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kid rock - krack rocks lyrics

who are you, who are you
well i’m the punk with the pump in the back of my pack
how you step rock
i step in stride
i step across stage with my nuts in my hand
the punks wanna front cause i got my own band
godd-mn i’m the man with the h-lly buzz
and my sh-t don’t stink, like eli’s does
i’ma pleasure girls man from what i heard
nah man, i kicked that b-tch to the curb
i don’t really need to be tied down
i’m a ramblin man, and i’m platinum bound
me too, rolled my crew, i’m not too new
.16 is what i blew
i bet that set you straight, that illegal action
f-ck that, i still roll with a 40 in my lap
back in 2nd grade, i carried a lunch box
turned 21 started smokin crack pots
snortin that d by the dime
wish i could slow down, i’m ahead of my time
i’m the krack, i’m the krack
krack, krack, krack
i’m the krack b-tch, my last dimes what i’m bettin
i’m up in the casino with a flash like stetson
girls all stare, they gauck, they sneer
so i grab me a b-tch and i slapped her in the rear
my livingroom is the place i’m hangin out
uptight p-ssy’s is the sh-t i’m bangin out
i’m sick of livin in these perplex times
that’s why i kick these motherf-ckin s-x rhymes

i’m headin down south
i’m headin down south
i’m headin down, headin down

hip hip hip hip diggin exactly where you go
i’m headin down south on a dusty path
i got a cool -ss buzz and an empty flask
-ss on the wagon and they think i’m all soft
but i don’t givea f-ck, i’m trippin my b-lls off
up in the crack house tunin them rocks off
hoe’s come around an we be knockin the box top
knocked out, knocked up and all that sh-t
hot wax, sweaty spot, lickin spit from your cl-t
everything that gets old
it get’s over rated
old to me, just means out dated
i’m the kid rock, f-ck all that 60’s sh-t
take woodstock and shove it up your momma’s cl-t
oh sh-t, and there it is
i get a lot of p-ssy cause i’m in show biz
twas the night before christmas and all through the house
i wished for a kiss and your mom popped out.
put her hands on her flop and started eyein me
so i smacked the ole b-tch with my flyin d
that’s when i said “man i gotta get a grip”
looked at the tv realized i was trippin

it aint no party like a detroit party
cause a detroit party don’t stop
i said it aint no party like a detroit party
cause a detroit party don’t stop
it aint no party like a detroit party
cause a detroit party don’t stop
i said it aint no party like a detroit party
cause a detroit party don’t stop

- kid rock lyrics

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