Letras:
Kid Rock Grits Sandwiches For Breakfast

nice Its like the roll of the dice For a whole new life But don?t get my song wrong I enjoy it alot Walkin around like a big shot Cause I'm Kid Rock

bend in my behind would get kissed Just like so world the girls will go low Just like Jock Custoe And blow Up come my drawers, see ya gotta go It's to plain Kid Rock

Records your pimpin RCA is pimpin Top Dogg is pimpin Michael Jackson, Ah you ain't pimpin shit Ah hah hah Word em up Word em up Kid Rock Kid...Kid Rock Kid...Kid Rock

practicing for. They'll like, "Girl you trying to put some weighty not a popsicle and in the back of your mind no I'm practicing to suck Kid Rock's dick

t settle for less Yes the kid who gets the crowd up The one with the hair that stands straight up People look and stare in shock Trippin' over a Rock

another sip and say to each his own He'd get dissed in Detroit, but I'll leave him alone Cause New York's Not My Home Now if your sounds are knockin to the cool Kid Rockin

man from New Jersey KDC Kid Rock It's the crew right here Bitch Now Patty keep it going with the guitar Yeah, all you punk ass bitches Hahahaha This is Kid Mother Fuckin Rock

when I started from zip And now up and up and up I won't stop The flop just pop, the flat top the Kid Rock Yes me below key MC With the ability to rock

Records you're pimpin', RCA is pimpin' Top Dogg is pimpin', Michael Jackson Ah, you ain't pimpin' shit, word 'em up, word 'em up Kid Rock, Kid, Kid Rock, Kid, Kid Rock