KID ROCK

Yeah And I set up and tore down this stage with my own two hands We’ve travel this land packed tight in mini vans And all this for the fans, girls, money, and fame I played their game And as they scream my name I will show no shame I live and die for this And if I come off soft Then chew on this Are you scared? Devil Without A Cause And I’m back with the beaver hats And Ben Davis slacks Thirty pack of Strohs Thirty pack of hoes No rogaine and the propane flows The chosen one I’m the living proof With the gift of gab From the city of truth I jabbed and stabbed And knocked critics back And I did not stutter when I said that I’m going platinum Sellin rhymes I went platinum Seven times And still they ill They wanna see us fry I guess because Only God Knows Why Why why why why Ohhhhhhhhhhhh They call me cowboy, I’m the singer in black So throw a finger in the air and let me see where you’re at Say hey hey Let me hear where your at and say hey hey I’m givin it back, so say hey hey Show me some metal and say Hey hey hey hey Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Gat!!!!! Fuck all y’all I like AC/DC and ZZ Top Bocephus, Beasties and the kings of rock Skynyrd, Segar, Limp, Korn, the Stones David Allen Coe and no show Jones Yeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh Pass that bottle around Got the rock from Detroit Soul from Motown The underground stoned fuckin pimp With tracks that mack and slap back the whack Never gay, no way, I don’t play with ass But watch me rock with Liberace flash Punk rock, The clash Boy bands are trash I like Johnny Cash and Grand Master Flash Flash flash flash flash ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh They call me cowboy, I’m the singer in black So throw a finger in the air and let me see where you’re at Say hey hey Let me hear where your at and say hey hey I’m givin it back, s