Tytuł: Krack Rocks

• Wykonawca: Kid Rock
• Wyświetleń: 254

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
  Goddamn i'm the man with the helly buzz
  And my shit don't stink, like eli's does
  I'ma pleasure girls man from what i heard
  Nah man, i kicked that bitch 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
  Fuck 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 bitch, 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 bitch and i slapped her in the rear
  My livingroom is the place i'm hangin out
  Uptight pussy's is the shit i'm bangin out
  I'm sick of livin in these perplex times
  That's why i kick these motherfuckin sex 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 ass buzz and an empty flask
  Ass on the wagon and they think i'm all soft
  But i don't givea fuck, i'm trippin my balls 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 shit
  Hot wax, sweaty spot, lickin spit from your clit
  Everything that gets old
  It get's over rated
  Old to me, just means out dated
  I'm the Kid Rock, fuck all that 60's shit
  Take Woodstock and shove it up your momma's clit
  Oh shit, and there it is
  I get a lot of pussy 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 bitch 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