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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 Goddamn i'm the man with the helly buzz And my shit dont stink, like eli's does I'ma pleasure girls man from what i heard Nah man, i kicked that bitch to the curb I dont 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 dont 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 dont stop I said It aint no party like a Detroit party Cause a Detroit party dont stop It aint no party like a Detroit party Cause a Detroit party dont stop I said It aint no party like a Detroit party Cause a Detroit party dont stop |
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