Kid rock that's right you know I'm back ho
  From the dead where I had to lay low
  Seems strange but I ain't changed nothing
  Pot smokin' beer drinkin' mother fucker that's me
  In the flesh and I guess I'm the best
  In the muther fuckin midwest cuz there's no contest
  For the pimp in the pimp of the nation
  So fuck college and a good education
  All we need to learn is how to hold hands
  Then we could live in peace in my homeland
  God damn the way my pain swells
  I spend all my time killin' brain cells
  The light shed on me was a dim gleam
  So I live life in a bottle of Jim Beam
  Droppin' dots or sniffin' that blow black,
  I go to sleep at night watchin' Kojak
  Fuck hoes cuz I'm no big fag
  Roll with Zig Zags like to read skin mags
  When I shoot I never miss
  and if I played the bass I'd probably pluck it like this...
  People wanna know what I'm thinkin' but I don't care
  So I keep my thoughts in a bottle of Cuervo
  Just a wild young buck
  Got banned from the shelter but I really don't give a fuck
  Cuz I still be clownin' suckers be frownin'
  Forties of Busch I be poundin'
  I ain't dead in the head like Manson
  I'm more laid back than muther fuckin' Ted Danson
  Hanson brother style when I'm rumblin'
  Couple of shots of Don Q and I be stumblin'
  Fumblin' footballs hangin' in the pool halls
  Out late night with my crew stealin' U-hauls
  I'm not into havin' clean fun
  I step into the party strapped with a machine gun
  But I'm no gangster like Gotti
  "I'm just an M.C. to put the boogie in the party"
  Back in black plus a new track
  And I won't quit till your ears blow from feedback
  When I shoot I never miss
  And if I played the guitar I'd probably strum it like this...
  So give it up bitch cuz I'm the kid rock
  And today I know you don't wanna get shot
  You look gay you're too cliche
  So fuck all y'all hoes and yo Chuck pass the jay
  Sellin' me out like bitches to make a quick buck
  But muther fuckers like y'all just have no luck
  Your little plan was a flop
  Tryin' to get em on by sellin out the Kid Rock
  A part of me was with you but yo he died,
  And I'm glad you stepped off cuz I ain't givin' no free rides
  You little bald headed peon
  And fuck it mother fucker if you want it lets get the beef on
  Cuz I'm sure I'm sure ya
  Are gonna try to come back around but I'll ignore ya
  It only takes one shot to floor ya
  Cuz I'm Kid Rock bitch and I'm real mutha for ya
  Better jet so cuz I won't let no hoes from the metro
  Take mine "what up doe"
  Come look son I'm number one...
  "Cuz I worked like a bitch to get the job done"
  In the twilight zone with Rod Serling
  I ain't goin' bald so fuck Sy Sperling
  When I shoot I never miss
  And if I played the harmonica I'd probably blow it like this...