Uh, 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
Them punks wanna front cause I got my own band
God damn I`m the man with the helly buzz
And my shit don`t stink like Eli`s does
I`m a pleasure girls, man, from what I heard
Nah mah, 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 thought you knew
.16 is what I blew
I bet that set you straight, that illegal action
Fuck that, I still roll with a forty in my lap
Back in second grade I carried a lunch box
Turned twenty-one, stated 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
I`m the Krack, Krack, Krack
I`m the Krack, bitch, my last dime`s what I`m bettin`
I`m up in the casino with a flash like Stetson
Girls all stare, they gawk, they sneer
So I grab me a bitch and I slapped her in the rear
My living room is the place I`m hangin` out
Young tight pussies is the shit I`m bangin` out
I`m sick of livin` in these perplexed times
That`s why I kick these motherfuckin` sex rhymes
I`m headin` down south, uh
I`m headin` down south, check it out
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 give a fuck, I`m trippin` my balls off
Up in the crackhouse tunin` them rocks off
Ho`s come around and 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 gets over rated
Old to me just means out dated
I`m the Kid Rock, fuck all that sixties 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 showbiz
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 eyeing me
So I smacked the old bitch with my flying D
That`s when I said man I gotta get a grip and
Looked at the TV, realised I was trippin`
And you don`t stop, uh, uh, uh, uh
It ain`t no party like a Detroit party
Cause a Detroit party don`t stop
It ain`t no party like a Detroit party
Cause a Detroit party don`t stop
It ain`t no party like a Detroit party
Cause a Detroit party don`t stop
I said it ain`t no party like a Detroit party
Cause a Detroit party don`t stop, uh
