paper for a minute Lamborghini dreaming thinking how I'm spend it I'm like one's for the money, two's for the show of it three's for the bitches that
I think it's time I start feelin bitchy I've been too nice, too muthafuckin long Yeah, it's definately time I get nasty [Goin' be some shit] Sheek: Yeah
married four times Besides, I'm just a sight for soar eyes Brick city, known pop the door wide Stolen Bonneville in New York High Reversin' the plot Last come, first one to rot, first
Sell water from the cook pot, ain't that raw? My razors? 20 dollars, here's a case of four You supply that, shit I put a hole where your mind at Push
kid, walk straight, master your high" Can't remember a thing no matter how hard you try "hey kid, walk straight, master your high" First you start
plush interior, under the seat The heat for protection Momma look at me now Got a house in Long Isle for my spouse and my child D E L condos for first
pop corn Wonderin how this ugly motherfucker got on The whole white trash nation, rock rock on Now wait a minute, let's bring it back a little bit When you first
like a sonna Nigga pushin' boy, kill 'emselves like no other Kid don?t like Blues brothers, cold weather rock the ramma Lie in front of the jury, D.A
that's what's inside of us Take a look at me now I'm really your creation A technological anti-human mutation A mutation of a better way of life You first
a Porsche, you a Pinto You like a tiny figurine, I'm monumental You're like a small get together on your neighbor's back porch You know just a couple
Not the Benz 600 four door of it I'm a rhyme regardless of earning Long as my heart keeps yearning I gots ta keep burning Y'all know Can't nobody rock a
is straight Put some bread on this plate, plus a little rate That I give mines, with a tape how to grind I'ma leave my dent in the game like ripples As a kid
A shimmy shimmy go go motherfuckin' pop It's the K-K-Kid Rock with the K-K-Kid Rock shit I'm on top bitch and rock for tricks Hella whips and nips and
, sissy, fuck And by the way, a three-eighty's a fuckin' sissy gun If you're gonna shoot somebody use a fuckin' real gun You little bitch Next time say My fuckin' name in a
clique wrestle warlocks The audience backed you I drank eight ounces of water With my time capsule Wrote rhymes before all the times when mother nature's fabric A hard rock
against me Test me you must be bent G, don't tempt me I had this full clip for so long, it needs to empty The reason why it full for so long, cause
ain't never shed a tear, I got no fear, I feel no pain Need to hop up on your cash quick rats to the action First time out I went three times platinum