Letras:Kid Rock. Cocky. Forever.
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I'm back (back) the fog is lifted
The earth has shifted and raised the gifted
You knew I'd be back so pack your bone
And hit the road jack cuz daddy's home
With the funky hot riffs
Tick like Al Rocker
Pumpin out hits
Gettin chips like Oprah
Bitch I told ya
Do not hate
Or question the music I make
I make punk rock and I mix it with the hip hop
I get you higher than a tree top
You wanna roll with the kid rock
I make southern rock
And I mix it with the hip hop
I got money like fort knox
I'll forever be the kid rock
Forever
The junkies are
Still cigar puffin
Still the same cuz I ain't changed nothin
Huffin and puffin I got you rookies
All in check doin the redneck boogie
The king is back to retract the whack
Repacked my sack with a double back pack
Forget all that I'm still singing
And like kids on monkey bars I'm still swingin
Thought I got dusty
Thought I'd get rusty
Thought I'd get rick and quit oh he must be fat and ugly
Broke black and blue
But I'm trim fit rich and I'm back for round two
Red white and the pabst blue ribbon
Dead right that's how I'm livin'
Givin you more than the frauds and fakes
They can't make the kind of music I make
I make punk rock and I mix it with the hip hop
I get you higher than a tree top
You wanna roll with the kid rock
I make southern rock
And I mix it with the hip hop
I got money like fort knox
I'll forever be the kid rock
Forever
The black hat is back in original form
The legible, credible, inevitable storm
Way past the norm
Still misbehavin
Finger in the air and the flag still wavin
Young crones don't test the boss
Cuz I got this sewn like betsy ross
You can floss and front
You can taunt and tease
But you can't fuck with rhymes like these thumpin like a drum kit
With riffs that split picks
Pumpin for the kids who twist flips and sip fifths
I got the gift I'm about to unwrap it
8 ball side pocket
8 ball in my jacket
Pussy and blow you now how I live
Can't say that kid
Fuck off I just did
Watch me twirl like earl the pearl
Or just keep on kid rocking in the free world
I make punk rock and I mix it with the hip hop
I get you higher than a tree top
You wanna roll with the kid rock
I make southern rock
And I mix it with the hip hop
I got money like fort knox
I'll forever be the kid rock
Forever
Punk rock
Forever
Hip hop
Forever
Southern rock
Forever
Kid rock
Punk rock
Forever
Hip hop
Forever
Southern rock
Forever
Kid rock
Forever
I'm back (back) the fog is lifted
The earth has shifted and raised the gifted
You knew I'd be back so pack your bone
And hit the road jack cuz daddy's home
With the funky hot riffs
Tick like Al Rocker
Pumpin out hits
Gettin chips like Oprah
Bitch I told ya
Do not hate
Or question the music I make
I make punk rock and I mix it with the hip hop
I get you higher than a tree top
You wanna roll with the kid rock
I make southern rock
And I mix it with the hip hop
I got money like fort knox
I'll forever be the kid rock
Forever
The junkies are
Still cigar puffin
Still the same cuz I ain't changed nothin
Huffin and puffin I got you rookies
All in check doin the redneck boogie
The king is back to retract the whack
Repacked my sack with a double back pack
Forget all that I'm still singing
And like kids on monkey bars I'm still swingin
Thought I got dusty
Thought I'd get rusty
Thought I'd get rick and quit oh he must be fat and ugly
Broke black and blue
But I'm trim fit rich and I'm back for round two
Red white and the pabst blue ribbon
Dead right that's how I'm livin'
Givin you more than the frauds and fakes
They can't make the kind of music I make
I make punk rock and I mix it with the hip hop
I get you higher than a tree top
You wanna roll with the kid rock
I make southern rock
And I mix it with the hip hop
I got money like fort knox
I'll forever be the kid rock
Forever
The black hat is back in original form
The legible, credible, inevitable storm
Way past the norm
Still misbehavin
Finger in the air and the flag still wavin
Young crones don't test the boss
Cuz I got this sewn like betsy ross
You can floss and front
You can taunt and tease
But you can't fuck with rhymes like these thumpin like a drum kit
With riffs that split picks
Pumpin for the kids who twist flips and sip fifths
I got the gift I'm about to unwrap it
8 ball side pocket
8 ball in my jacket
Pussy and blow you now how I live
Can't say that kid
Fuck off I just did
Watch me twirl like earl the pearl
Or just keep on kid rocking in the free world
I make punk rock and I mix it with the hip hop
I get you higher than a tree top
You wanna roll with the kid rock
I make southern rock
And I mix it with the hip hop
I got money like fort knox
I'll forever be the kid rock
Forever
Punk rock
Forever
Hip hop
Forever
Southern rock
Forever
Kid rock
Punk rock
Forever
Hip hop
Forever
Southern rock
Forever
Kid rock
Forever
Kid Rock
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