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| Kid Rock The History Of Rock Paid Kid Rock an' I got all the hoes sayin':] Fuck me baby, Kid Rock come fuck me baby Fuck me baby, fuck me baby all night long Fuck me baby, Kid Rock come fuck me baby Fuck me baby, fuck me 'til the break of dawn And while your out gangbangin' tryin to catch a murder case Your ho's on my couch gettin' fucked in the face Bumpin' to the bass of the old school rap jams This ain't tennis, but yo I'll use my backhand On any grown man who tries to check Rock I wanna headbang, I gotta hip-hop Cause I'm a stick with what got me paid Lickin' that coochie with the high-top fade Im self-made like Henry Ford I'm on this mic but it feels like I been here before I want more then the next man Respect, plus the cash, big checks And mack on hoes like Rudy Ray Cause a reach around just sounds so gay I don't even swing that way I told you hoes before I'm the K I to the D, R-O-C-K'in Rhyme sayin, guitar playin' Turntables spinnin' at a basement jam No fame, no money, but you wouldn't understand What its like to be so real You got the beats, and the rhymes, but you ain't got no feel I don't need the fancy music to make mine Just a beat and a funky-ass bass line Drop a couple cuts on this track 8 tracks to the mutherfuckin' wax So why you're makin' records that don't recoup I'm in the house gettin' paid like Snoop Kid Rock and I got all the hoes sayin': Fuck me baby, Kid Rock come fuck me baby Fuck me baby, fuck me baby all night long Fuck me baby, Kid Rock come fuck me baby Fuck me baby, fuck me til the break of dawn... ...yeah all night long I want my khakis washed, starched, and creased I want a order of fries with a side of grease I wish for peace throughout this land I want the whole fuckin world in my hand I want a band like the U.S. funk mob See I can rap I don't have to lay sod Just ta make ends meet October 31st, yellin' 'Trick-or-treat' 'Oh arent you a little old to be trickin' You see my mask and bag, bitch, I ain't bull shittin Hittin homeruns like Rusty Staub I'm kinda anal, cause I ain't no fuckin slob I'm the cradle thats able ta rock any format But still I'm labled, and treated like a doormat Where's the whores at West side, hoes like cars so I ride em for a test drive I'm like a pringle, I wont go soft I got a new jingle I'm about to go off Hey ho check it out, I really like to turn you out And if you'de be good to me, I'll yodel in your valley Kid Rock ain't nothin' nice Got the soft porn boomin' with the beans and rice Got a head full of lice cause I'm a such a scum Got a pocket-full of money, but I'm dressed like a bum Got a business mind so if I lose the funk I'll still be in the house gettin' paid like Trump Kid Rock and I got all the hoes sayin': Fuck me baby, Kid Rock come fuck me baby Fuck me baby, fuck me baby all night long Fuck me baby, Kid Rock come fuck me baby Fuck me baby, fuck me til the break of dawn Oh yeah, come on come on baby, all night long Fuck me baby, fuck me baby Come on, come on, come on |
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