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Kid Rock - Amen - lyrics

It's Another Night In Hell
Another Child Won't Live To Tell
Can You Imagine What It's Like To Starve To Death
And As We Sit Free And Well
Another Soldier Has To Yell
Tell My Wife And Children I Love Them In His Last Breath
C'mon Now Amen, Amen, Amen
Habitual Offenders, Scumbag Lawyers With Agendas
I'll Tell You Sometimes People I Don't Know What's Worse
Natural Disasters Or These Wolves In Sheep Clothes Pastors
Now Damn It I'm Scared To Send My Children To Church
And How Can We Seek Salvation When Our Nations Race Relations
Got Me Feeling Guilty Of Being White
But Faith In Human Nature, Our Creator And Our Savior, I'm No Saint
But I Believe In What Is Right
C'mon Now Amen, Amen
I Said Amen, Amen
Stop Pointing Fingers And Take Some Blame,
Pull Your Future Away From The Flame
Open Up Your Mind And Start To Live
Stop Short Changing Your Neighbors
Living Off Hand Outs And Favors, And Maybe
Give A Little Bit More Than You Got To Give
Simplify, Testify, Identify, Rectify
And If I Get High Stop Being So Uptight
It's Only Human Nature And I Am Not A Stranger
So Baby Won't You Stay With Me Tonight
[insert Japanese Translation]
It's A Matter Of Salvation From Them Patience Up Above,
So Don't Give Up So Damn Easy On The One You Love, One You Love
Somewhere You Got A Brother, Sister, Friend, Grandmother, Niece Or Nephew
Just Dying To Be With You
You Know There's Someone Out There Who Unconditionally, Religiously, Loves You
So Just Hold On 'cause You Know It's True
And If You Can Take The Pain
And You Can Withstand Anything, And One Day
Stand Hand In Hand With The Truth
I Said Amen, I Said Amen
I Said Amen, I Said Amen,
Amen-

Kid Rock - 3 Sheets To The Wind - lyrics

Ahh...
I'm here and it's clear i'm gonna flow so yo black
Just get on up or yo get the bozak
Cuz it ain't kojak or dr. suess
It's the kid muther *****er and i'm gonna get loose
Cuz i got the juice to spruce and get nice and
So enticing strong like a bison
Ruff like brandy and no one knows
That i got more riffs than randy rhoads
Smash, slash and when i trash i bash
I get ill i chill but u don't know the half
I trip i rip and though i think i'm slick
I'm nothin but a funky country hick
But i still get down with a sound that pumps
And u can hear me from the trucks and the trunks that bump
Never been questioned by the f.b.i
Although i've tried every method just to get high
L.s.d. is what i'm trippin on
And o.e. ***** is what i'm sippin on
A big fat booty's what i'm grippin on
But for now i'm gonna rock and keep rippin on
Down to the muther *****in a.m.
As i co bump and jump and keep the crowd in mayhem
No brain no pain...now c'mon yall and tell me what's my name
3 sheets 2 the wind is the state i'm in
Half off the wagon with my feet draggin
Taggin hoes gettin lots of trim
Gettin jocks and props for all the spots i rock
I'm true i'm blue like captain kangaroo
And for the few who knew yo i'm a bang for you
Becuz the kid rock ain't no ***** yo
And i ain't no radio wanna get rich ho
So count my props you can't get with me and ***** all u cops u ain't shit to me
But hoes with guns playin hard for fun
So stay off my dick becuz i ain't the one
And for anyone tryin to bust me up
U better chill with that tryin to ***** me up
And if you're talkin shit i'm gonna shut ya up
And all ya wack d.j.'s i'm gonna cut ya up
Cuz i don't give a ***** about no one
And when i wax i tax and that's just how it goes son
Yo ain't no sucker
Cuz i'm the kid.."rock muther *****er"
Straight from mo-town and i won't slow down
I cease the cheese m.c,'s i moe down
And i show no shame cuz i'm down for mine
Now tell me what's my name
It ain't eric clapton and this ain't slowhand
I'm the kid ya dig and i'm a rock the whole land
Cuz no man can make a track this grand
And if you know what i know than just....

Kid Rock - Abdul Jabar Cut - lyrics

Uh
Kick on back to the rap I format
When its through what you do is just play it back
Rewind it
Find it
That's how I desinged it
And fellas if you see a big butt get behind it
And grind on it
I mean push and bump
Cause it's about time we made this party jump
Take a drink of your forty
And lets get naughty
Get on the floor and just move your body to the sound
I found and also developed
Lets trip don't sit, come on get the hell up
Look at the black man, now what'd up
He's not a skin head, that's the Abdul Jabar Cut
Yeah...Yeah
Streets of Romeo
Mt. Clemens
Detroit
All over
Now people always me and KDC
If we take this activity a seriously
I reply, with a sigh rather uniquely
And say does Donald Trump have a lotta money
Yes a stupid question, but I wont quote ya
Cause I'm the Geraldo, Philmore, Oprah
I'm the K-I-D R-O-C-K
Down with Jive, RCA
Hey how could you judge me cause what I am
Be blind to my mind
And take a look and say ***** him
Look at the black man, now what up
He's not a skin head, that's the Abdul Jabar Cut
Okay...Yeah
Like I said
Top Dog
One, two, to the three
And we always come back for more
Kenny wears a low fade
Danny wears no fade
I wear the high fade
And we all get paid
Tryin to blow my rap down the sink
But go ahead cause my rap's made of brick
And it sticks
Kicks
Hits
And uplifts
At shows, it flows but never drifts
It's too swift and moves with quickness
Top Dog again and you say what is this
Its the under rated MC on top
The young six foot one Kid Rock
Look at the black man, now what's up
He's not a skin head, that's the Abdul Jabar Cut
Okay...Yeah
Get down
Come back
The black man from New Jersey
KDC
Kid Rock
It's the crew right here
*****
Now Patty keep it going with the guitar
Yeah, all you punk ass *****es
Hahahaha
This is Kid Mother *****in Rock
The beast crew is in the house
All you suckers
This is a mother *****in party
You better ask somebody
So get your mother *****in hands up in the air
This ain't no joke
Yo this is the mother *****in east side
Detroit is in this mother *****er
Uh haha
Yo the black man
From parts unknown
Can you dig it
You *****
Yeah...Yeah
For the ninties...Hoe

Kid Rock - Ain't Enough Whiskey - lyrics

[Verse 1]
They talk about money, talk about jobs
Talk about religion and playing the odds
Talk about freedom, talk about faith
They talking 'bout taking my guns away
Monkeys in suits writing laws and rules,
They just bicker and fight
But I ain't gotta listen to them goddamn fools 'cause I know what's right
[Chorus]
Ain't enough whiskey, women and wine
Ain't enough money, stitches and time
Moonshine honey, a little white line
Ain't enough change to change my mind
Rock on
[Verse 2]
They talk about the greedy, talk about the poor
They talking 'bout sending my daughter to war
Talk about spending, talk about pay,
They talk about defending the NSA
Monkeys in suits writing laws and rules,
There's no end in sight
But I ain't gotta listen to them goddamn fools 'cause I know what's right
[Chorus]
Ain't enough whiskey, women and wine
Ain't enough money, stitches and time
Moonshine honey, a little white line
Ain't enough change to change my mind
[Bridge]
I might be crazy but I ain't no fool
I got them red-blooded white boy blues
[Chorus]
Ain't enough whiskey, women and wine
Ain't enough money, stitches and time
Moonshine honey, a little white line
Ain't enough change to change my mind
[Chorus]
Ain't enough whiskey, women and wine
Ain't enough money, stitches and time
Moonshine honey, a little white line
Ain't enough change to change my mind

Kid Rock - American Bad A** - lyrics

Yeah
And I've set up and tore down this stage with my own two hands
We've travel this land packed tight in mini vans
And all this for the fans, girls, money and fame
I played their game
And As they scream my name
I will show no shame
I live and die for this
And if I come off soft
Then chew on this!
Are you scared?
Devil without a cause
And Im back with the beaver hats
And Ben Davis slacks
30 packs of Strohs
30 pack of hoes
No rogaine in the propane flow
The chosen one
I'm the living proof
With the gift of gab
From the city and true
I jabbed and stabbed
And knocked critics backs
And I did not studder when I said that
I'm going platnum
Sellin' rhymes
I went platinum
Seven times
And still they ill
They wanna see us fry
I guess because only god knows why
Why why why why why
Ohhhhhhhhhhhh
They call me cowboy
I'm the singer in black
So throw a finger in the air and let me see where you're at
Say hey hey
Let me hear where your at
And say hey hey
I'm givin it back
So say hey hey
Show me some metal
And say
Hey hey hey hey
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh cut!!!!!
I like AC/DC and ZZ Top
Moiphus, Beasties and the kings of rock
Skynard, Segar, Limp, Korn, the Stones
David Allen Coe and no show Jones
Yaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Pass that bottle around
Got the rock from Detroit
Soul from Motown
The underground stoned *****in Pimp
We trash the mack and slap back the wack
Never gave away
I dont play with ass
But watch me rock with Liberachies flashed
Punk rock's a clash
Boy bands are trash
I like Johnny Cash and Grand Master Flash
Flash flash flash flash flash
ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
They call me cowboy
I'm the singer in black
So throw a finger in the air and let me see where you're at
Say hey hey
Let me hear where your at
And say hey hey
I'm givin it back
So say hey hey
Show me some metal and say
Hey hey hey hey
Uh uh uh cut!!!!!!
Yeah, I saw your band
Jumpin around on stage like a bunch of wounded ducks
When you gonna learn sucker?
You just can't ***** with
TWISTED BRBRBR BROWN BROWN TRuuuuuccckeeeeerrrrr
I'm an American bad ass
Watch me kick
You can roll with rock
Or you can suck my dick
I'm a porno flick
I'm like amazing grace
I'm gonna ***** some hoe's
After i rock this place
Super fly
Livin doubble wide
Side car my glide
So Joe C can ride
Full sack to share
Bringin flash and flare
Got the long hair swingin middle finger in the air
Snakeskin suits, 65 Chevelle's
See me ride in sin
Hear the rebel yell
I won't live to tell
So if you do
Give the next generation a big ***** you
Who knew I'd blow up like Oklaholma
So ***** highschool
I pissed on my daploma
Smell the aroma
Check my hits
I know it stinks in here
Cause im the shit shit shit shit
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh They call me cowboy
I'm the singer in black
So throw a finger in the air, let me see where you're at
Say hey hey
Let me hear where you're at
Say hey hey
I'm givin' it back so say
Hey hey
Show me some metal and say
Hey hey hey hey
ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...huh huh
I'm a cowboy
Bad ass in black
Singin' Hey hey hey hey
From side to side
From front to back
Say hey hey hey hey
I put Detroit city back on the map
And singin' Hey hey hey hey
Kid Rock's in the house
And thats where Im at

Kid Rock - 3 CATT Boogie - lyrics

I’m hittin’ heavy, I’m swingin’ low
Slow and steady, I don’t know
Who can go the distance when karma comes gunnin’ for you?
You can say what you want baby, but there ain’t nothin’ we can do
Now the preacher man’s yellin’ that Book of Revelation
And Uncle Sam’s sellin’ us a one-world nation
Banks hedgin’ bets for the next generation
And all while buildin’ us a big space station
I bought a Chevy in Idaho
Hey where I’m headed, I don’t know
But my existence is a glorified story of the truth
They can talk all they want baby, but that’s all they ever do
Now the preacher man’s yellin’ that Book of Revelation
And Uncle Sam’s sellin’ us a one-world nation
Banks hedgin’ bets for the next generation
And Wall Street’s stirrin’ up the whole situation
So come and catch me, if you can
Maybe Egypt or Iran
Startin’ revolutions baby, hey that’s what I do
You can be who you want momma, but it’s better being you
Now the preacher man’s yellin’ that Book of Revelation
And Uncle Sam’s sellin’ us a one-world nation
Banks hedgin’ bets for the next generation
And Bobby’s upset cuz there ain’t nothin’ changin’
There ain’t nothin’ changin’

Kid Rock - Abortion - lyrics

My veins are poppin from this love inside
I just cant let it out
This pipe and these needles are my only guide
Theyve got me on the wrong route
What is my life about?
Living in the shadows of a man Ive never seen
And dreamin like a lonley child
I know your brothers and your sister and your mother too
Man I wish you could see them too
Oh lord, oh lord
Man I wish that you could see them too
Man I wish that you could see them too
So can I come to see you sometime?
Cause Ive been missin you
Ive never heard you cry
Ive never seen you why
Im feeling oh so young
But still I must die to get to you
And if I do I wonder how just you will see me
And implicate the things Ive done
Im dieing in the shadows of this man Ive never seen
Ill see you soon
Now wheres my gun?
Oh lord, oh lord
Oh lord, wheres my gun?
Oh wheres my gun?
Oh lord, wheres my gun?
Oh lord, my gun
Let me open your eyes
Let me see who you are
I am you, you are me
We are a part of
The second coming of christ
Its God himself in a jar
Yeah yeah
Let me open your eyes
Let me see who you are
I am you, you are me
We are a part of
The second coming of christ
Its God himself in a jar
Yeahhhh heyaaaaa
You got me, sad and lonely
But Im me, me
You know you make me so lonely
I am so lonely
And I will prey and then Ill cry
And I will prey and then Ill cry
And I will prey and then Ill cry
And I will prey and then Ill cry

Kid Rock - Back From The Dead - lyrics

Back from the dead second l.p. here we go
Comin at ya from the r.o.m.e.o.
Pistol packed with a crewo fly slimmys
Hat turned back in some airwalk jimmys
Never slackin hoes I be mackin
Not wacked I dont try to act black when
I came up I came at ya from the outskirts
Bag of weed in the pocket of my sweatshirt
Bone 2 the bone 2 the bad 2 the bad 2 the bone
Hit bound from the mo-town allen
***** a 40 I drink it by the gallon
I started out in mount clemens as a d.j.
Park parties gettin drunk on sunday
Tweeked in the heat 2 a beat Id rock 2 the -and rip shit up
An now Ive toured this nation
Pimp of the nation
Pullin hoes
Rock the set in each city then step
Me, blackman and funk daddy def stef
*****es, they think Im sexist
But all I want baby is your grits for breakfast
Eggs, bacon, home cooked fries
And gimme a plate of that ***** on the side
Triple x on the set showin no class
Just a foul mouthed little *****in smart ass
No fool I went 2 high school dumb ass
Smoked dope and I flunked every class
Slash and I smash cuz I thrash when I bash
Invite me to a party and your housell get trashed
An outcast sick of being harassed so I dashed
Moved out of the crib cuz I hated cuttin grass
Now I reside on the eastside lovin it
Cold 40 dog in a brown bag chuggin it
Flex, sex, run of the next
Flippin and trippin and rippin and shakin the suckers who wanted 2
Front an get around 2 the
2 get up or get down 2 the rhyme
Im shakin and takin and breakin I rip the mic like
Every time ***** I dont eat no manwich
Kickin back coolin with a cold grits sandwich
Somebody said Im the best in the mo-town
But this town aint shit but a ghost town
Who ever said it they lied they fessed
***** Im the best in the mother *****in midwest
Wanna be heard when I rap so I yell it
Sport a tigers cap like my man tom selleck
One bad ***** I smoke hash from a stick
Got more cash than *****in white boy rick
My first lp wasnt pushed for shit
So jive records yo, go and suck a fat dick
Cuz Im rippin like a chainsaw
Yes Im that raw laughin at ya suckers like hee haw
Roll it up, take a hit and then pass it
Thats how we do it when we roll down gratiot
In my grand marquis I pimp to the beat
Two in the front and two hoes in the back seat

Kid Rock - 3 Sheets To The Wind (What's My Name) - lyrics

Ahh...
I'm Here And It's Clear I'm Gonna Flow So Yo Black
Just Get On Up Or Yo Get The Bozak
Cuz It Ain't Kojak Or Dr. Suess
It's The Kid Muther *****er And I'm Gonna Get Loose
Cuz I Got The Juice To Spruce And Get Nice And
So Enticing Strong Like A Bison
Ruff Like Brandy And No One Knows
That I Got More Riffs Than Randy Rhoads
Smash, Slash And When I Trash I Bash
I Get Ill I Chill But U Don't Know The Half
I Trip I Rip And Though I Think I'm Slick
I'm Nothin But A Funky Country Hick
But I Still Get Down With A Sound That Pumps
And U Can Hear Me From The Trucks And The Trunks That Bump
Never Been Questioned By The F.b.i
Although I've Tried Every Method Just To Get High
L.s.d. Is What I'm Trippin On
And O.e. ***** Is What I'm Sippin On
A Big Fat Booty's What I'm Grippin On
But For Now I'm Gonna Rock And Keep Rippin On
Down To The Muther *****in A.m.
As I Co Bump And Jump And Keep The Crowd In Mayhem
No Brain No Pain...now C'mon Yall And Tell Me What's My Name
3 Sheets 2 The Wind Is The State I'm In
Half Off The Wagon With My Feet Draggin
Taggin Hoes Gettin Lots Of Trim
Gettin Jocks And Props For All The Spots I Rock
I'm True I'm Blue Like Captain Kangaroo
And For The Few Who Knew Yo I'm A Bang For You
Becuz The Kid Rock Ain't No ***** Yo
And I Ain't No Radio Wanna Get Rich Ho
So Count My Props You Can't Get With Me And ***** All U Cops U Ain't Shit To Me
But Hoes With Guns Playin Hard For Fun
So Stay Off My Dick Becuz I Ain't The One
And For Anyone Tryin To Bust Me Up
U Better Chill With That Tryin To ***** Me Up
And If You're Talkin Shit I'm Gonna Shut Ya Up
And All Ya Wack D.j.'s I'm Gonna Cut Ya Up
Cuz I Don't Give A ***** About No One
And When I Wax I Tax And That's Just How It Goes Son
Yo Ain't No Sucker
Cuz I'm The Kid.."rock Muther *****er"
Straight From Mo-town And I Won't Slow Down
I Cease The Cheese M.c,'s I Moe Down
And I Show No Shame Cuz I'm Down For Mine
Now Tell Me What's My Name
It Ain't Eric Clapton And This Ain't Slowhand
I'm The Kid Ya Dig And I'm A Rock The Whole Land
Cuz No Man Can Make A Track This Grand
And If You Know What I Know Than Just....

Kid Rock - American Bad Ass - lyrics

Yeah
And Ive set up and tore down this stage with my own two hands
Weve travel this land packed tight in mini vans
And all this for the fans, girls, money and fame
I played their game
And as they scream my name
I will show no shame
I live and die for this
And if I come off soft
Then chew on this!
Are you scared?
Devil without a cause
And Im back with the beaver hats
And ben davis slacks
30 packs of strohs
30 pack of hoes
No rogaine in the propane flow
The chosen one
Im the living proof
With the gift of gab
From the city and true
I jabbed and stabbed
And knocked critics backs
And I did not studder when I said that
Im going platnum
Sellin rhymes
I went platinum
Seven times
And still they ill
They wanna see us fry
I guess because only God knows why
Why why why why why
Ohhhhhhhhhhhh
They call me cowboy
Im the singer in black
So throw a finger in the air and let me see where youre at
Say hey hey
Let me hear where your at
And say hey hey
Im givin it back
So say hey hey
Show me some metal
And say
Hey hey hey hey
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh cut!!!!!
I like ac/dc and zz top
Moiphus, beasties and the kings of rock
Skynard, segar, limp, korn, the stones
David allen coe and no show jones
Yaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Pass that bottle around
Got the rock from detroit
Soul from motown
The underground stoned *****in pimp
We trash the mack and slap back the wack
Never gave away
I dont play with ass
But watch me rock with liberachies flashed
Punk rocks a clash
Boy bands are trash
I like johnny cash and grand master flash
Flash flash flash flash flash
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
They call me cowboy
Im the singer in black
So throw a finger in the air and let me see where youre at
Say hey hey
Let me hear where your at
And say hey hey
Im givin it back
So say hey hey
Show me some metal and say
Hey hey hey hey
Uh uh uh cut!!!!!!
Yeah, I saw your band
Jumpin around on stage like a bunch of wounded ducks
When you gonna learn sucker?
You just cant ***** with
Twisted brbrbr brown brown truuuuuccckeeeeerrrrr
Im an american bad ass
Watch me kick
You can roll with rock
Or you can suck my dick
Im a porno flick
Im like amazing grace
Im gonna ***** some hoes
After I rock this place
Super fly
Livin doubble wide
Side car my glide
So joe c can ride
Full sack to share
Bringin flash and flare
Got the long hair swingin middle finger in the air
Snakeskin suits, 65 chevelles
See me ride in sin
Hear the rebel yell
I wont live to tell
So if you do
Give the next generation a big ***** you
Who knew Id blow up like oklaholma
So ***** highschool
I pissed on my daploma
Smell the aroma
Check my hits
I know it stinks in here
Cause Im the shit shit shit shit
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh they call me cowboy
Im the singer in black
So throw a finger in the air, let me see where youre at
Say hey hey
Let me hear where youre at
Say hey hey
Im givin it back so say
Hey hey
Show me some metal and say
Hey hey hey hey
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...huh huh
Im a cowboy
Bad ass in black
Singin hey hey hey hey
From side to side
From front to back
Say hey hey hey hey
I put detroit city back on the map
And singin hey hey hey hey
Kid rocks in the house
And thats where Im at
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