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Featuring Kid Rock
Violent J, Violent J, is that you?
I'm on the microphone, so what'cha wanna
do?
Violent J, Violent J, is that you?
A wicked, wicked clown painted just for you
I drink Faygo it's only a buck-ten
I'm a pour it on your t*ts when we fking
Cuz I'm with that kinky s**t, hoe
I can see you butt-naked in your window
Shimmy up the house side dash
Now I'm gonna press my nuts on the glass
Let me in, hoe, don't ya know
I'm Violent J of the ICP, yo I got me a
checklins cashing
If I could spend it with the hoes I'm crashing
But don't get all geek sl*t
Cuz I'm a buy ya some lava to wash your b*tt
What's this clown s**t about?
A knife to your neck and your throats hanging
out
With a do-me-ray
Now it's about time I say
Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you?
Yeah, let me tell ya what I wanna do
Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you? Yo, Nate, Yo,
Nate Woohoo!!!
Frontin', they frontin', everybody's frontin'
Violent Violent J is gonna tell ya something
If ya know a b*tch who got grits
Kid Rock, Kid Rock will probably eat that s**t
Boohoo motherfker what'cha cry for
I'm that nigg* that your b*tch would die for
The wh*re showed up at my front door
So I fked her in the as* and I threw her out
the back door
The b*tch thought it was a cake drive
She said drive me to the city, so I dropped her
off at lakeside
You driving me home, well I meant ta
But plans have changed so get your as* on the
centaur
Hoe, this ain't no taxi I be mackin' hoes, they
don't mack me
Never slacking, hoes I be macking
Kid Rock, Kid Rock Never slacking, hoes I be
macking
Violent J serving ghetto hard street s**t
The funk, the funk from the old days
Violent J serving ghetto hard street s**t
The funk from the old days
Well, I'm up for the shot in a minute
Show me a valley, I might yodek in it
Like somebody else I know I been to Mount
Plen
as I've been to Romeomeomeo
Wicked clowns gonna flow for ya son
Three for the treble, eight for the drum
Five for the homies that I run with
b*tch call your mother cause you're done with
Toe tip-toe, I snuck in your house
And fell asleep butt-naked on the front couch
So, excuse me, pops, I'm napping
So could ya shut the fk up with that yapping
And your wife's all worked up for nothing
She act like she ain't never seen a wng or
something
Cuz it really don't matter I'm a show my nuts to
innocent bystander
Every fking day
Cuz it's about time I say
Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you?
Yeah, let me tell you what I wanna do
Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you?
I just said it was motherfker
Skinny dipping in the pool, you know I drown
hoes
fck them doggie style and play that as* like a
bongo
Hit it, hit hi-hit it
Hitting homerums and never wimp, ho
Smoke my d*ck like it's a big spliff
This ain't a blooper and I'm no joker
But I can shoot a nut 50 foot like a super soaker
But I won't pull it out for a cheap joke
Instead I play John Holmes in a sequel to Deep
Throat
Taste the nut in your mouth, just to school ya
But ho, don't let the smooth taste fool ya
Don't let the smooth taste fool ya...