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Fist Of Rage – Kid Rock

Gotta make this money and I make this money
This money is me this money is everything I do and see
Who you to judge me
Just let me be and let me breathe
I see this whole world headin for damn nation and I’m ready to leave
I can’t believe, this whole world twisted me
You fuckin biggots, you fakes, you wannabe’s
I see the future and it’s lookin grim
A lake of fire lookin like a long trip

I’m a fist of rage
One foot in the grave
I’m a fist of rage
Far from saved
I’m a fist of rage
In a broken state
I’m a razor blade slittin through a wrist of hate
I’m a fist of rage
I’m a fist of rage
I’m a fist of rage
Now crack another bottle and let me knock one back

Slim Jim’s and a Tin Man grins, deadhead’s with dreads
And now the Feds growin shark fins
My girl’s knocked, up we’re in love
But she’s young and yo I think I’m gonna get locked up
I couldn’t cut the mustard with a ginsue
And I’m twisted brown from all of the bullshit that I’ve been through
I’m lookin’ for love, but it’s got too many damn faces
I can’t win even with these four aces
My place is here in the mix with the tricks
And the sicko’s I spend G’s but only make nickles
My soul tickles, but this ain’t even fun and games
My heart bleeds from the pleasure of the pain
My fuse is short and it’s lit
Like me I should have fought sketchy, it’s gettin hard to see
My heart bleeds, believe it every dying breath
These people they take and they take until there’s nothing left

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I’m a fist of rage
I’m a fist of rage
I’m a fist of rage
I’m a fist of rage
One foot in the grave
I’m a fist of rage
Far from saved
I’m a fist of rage
In a broken state
I’m a razor blade slittin’ through a wrist of hate
Come on
Uh…Yeah
Come on…Uh

You’re feeling old with me you’re up a creek and you don’t know it
Finger on the trigger but your punk ass is scared to pull it
And I know, cause the fear you hide your eyes show it
Payback on your ass cause you’re over due and I know I owe it
And when you’re going down bet I’ll be blowing up
With the sound of a shotgun cocked and realized you’re fucked
I hope you see my middle finger from the stage
Feel me coming feel me coming feel me coming

I’m a fist of rage
One foot in the grave
I’m a fist of rage
Far from saved
I’m a fist of rage
In a broken state
I’m a razor blade slittin’ through a wrist of hate
I’m a fist of rage
I’m a fist of rage
I’m a fist of rage

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Cramp Ya Style – Kid Rock

Everything I do gonna be funny

New Player on the field so yield and get back
To the wall
Cause I’m playin ya all
Like a game
K-I-D is the name
Some complain
And they got a little fame
And it’s a shame
For what its worth
I’m down with earth
Pourin it on like Ms. Butterworth
Rich and thick
Kinda quick not slow
The rhymes I fit into flow
All in a row, from the intro
To the end so, ho
Put down the microphone and go
Step a side as I make room to bloom
Any opposing goo gets placed in a tomb
As soon as I grip the mic to get loose
Don’t dispute cuz ya got no juice
Meanwhile I kick a rhyme from the pile
Huh, As I Cramp your style (style…style)

Cramp your style (Cramp your style…cramp your style)

Get down on your knees and pray when I break you
Down with a sound
Comin down with a pound
Or a bang
If you can’t hang with the slang
That I exploit
Comin straight from Detroit
Rough without a doubt or a question
Kid Rock here in the flesh
And addressin and defining certain issues
To diss you (he diss me..aheo)
So wipe the tears from your eyes
You cant hide so don’t be surprised
When I dismiss you from your throne
And send you home
As a Kid Rock clone
Cause I can hold my own
Like ya hold a milkbone
Simple as this with a grip that won’t quit
So when I hit the skit
That’s it
So don’t come in face with the base
And remember your just an imitation
Don’t get buckwhile
In fact don’t smile
Cause I’ll pull your file
As I Cramp your style (style…style)

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Cramp your style (cramp your style…cramp your style)
I’ll claim the boundries of my domain
Detroit…Detroit
Fresh, I’m from the Midwest
From MoTown…From MoTown

I’m like steel or concrete yo cause I’m the hardest
Down with a label known to be the largest
Not bein modest don’t even think of tryin to hang
Cause yo Kid Rock rolls like a Stop O
I roll thick
I roll heavy
D-Nice justs keeps the pace steady
So get ready to feel the pain
I’m Kid Rock drivin girls insane
So listen rappers and get to the program
Breakin ya down is the Kid rock slogan
And any rapper who thinks about dissin
You know what I’ll say?
I got a great big dick
So anyone who can’t adjust
Gets rust
And then bites the dust
Be ready to walk a mile
Cause I’ll smack that Kool-Aid smile
As I Cramp your style (style…style)
Cramp your style (cramp your style…cramp your style)

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Cowboy – Kid Rock

Cowboy…Cowboy

Well I’m packing up my game and I’m a head out west
Where real women come equipped with scripts and fake breasts
Find a nest in the hills chill like Flynt
Buy an old drop top find a spot to pimp
And I’m a Kid Rock it up and down your block
With a bottle of scotch and watch lots of crotch
Buy yacht with a flag sayin’ chillin the most
Then rock that bitch up and down the coast
Give a toast to the sun, drink with the stars
Get thrown in the mix and tossed out of bars
Sip the Tiajuana …I wanna roam
Find the old town chillin fools then come back home
Start an escort service, for all the right reasons
And set up shop at the top of four seasons
Kid Rock and I’m the real mccoy
And I’m headin’ out west sucker…because I wanna be a

Cowboy baby
With the top let back and the sunshine shining
Cowboy baby
West coast chillin with the Boone’s Wine
I wanna be a Cowboy baby
Ridin at night cause I sleep all day
Cowboy baby
I can smell a pig from a mile away

I bet you’ll hear my whistle blowin when my train rolls in
It goes (whistle) like dust in the wind
Stoned pimp, stoned freak, stoned out of my mind
I once was lost, but now I’m just blind
Palm trees and weeds, scabbed knees and rice
Get a map to the stars, find Heidi Fleiss
And if the price is right I’m gonna make my bid boy
And let Cali-for-ny-aye know why they call me

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Cowboy baby
With the top let back and the sunshine shining
Cowboy baby
West coast chillin with the Boone’s Wine
I wanna be a Cowboy baby
Ridin at night cause I sleep all day
Cowboy baby
I can smell a pig from a mile away

Yeah…Kid Rock…you can call me Tex
Rollin sunset woman with a bottle of Becks
Seen a slimmy in a vette, rolled down my glass
And said, Yeah this dick fits right in your ass
No kiddin, gun slingin, spurs hittin the floor
Call me Hoss, I’m the Boss, with the sauce in the horse
No remorse for the sherrif, in his eye I ain’t right
I’m gonna paint his town red, and paint his wife white HUH
Cause chaos, rock like Amadeus
Find West Coast pussy for my Detroit players
Mack like mayors, ball like Lakers
They told us to leave, but bet they can’t make us
Why they wanna pick on me…lock me up and stored away my key
I ain’t no G, I’m just a regular failure
I ain’t straight outta Compton I’m straight out the trailer
Cuss like a sailor…drink like a Mick
My only words of wisdom are just, Radio Edit
I’m flickin my Bic up and down that coast and
Keep on truckin until it falls into motion

Cowboy
With the top let back and the sunshine shining
Cowboy
Spend all my time at Hollywood and Vine
Cowboy
Ridin at night cause I sleep all day
Cowboy
I can smell a pig from a mile away
Cowboy
With the top let back and the sunshine shining
Cowboy
With the top let back and the sunshine shining
Cowboy
Hollywood and Vine

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Blow Me – Kid Rock

A bottle of jack’s got my manager grinnin’
yeah that’s me that keeps the turntables spinniN’
I’m countin cards and I keep on winnin’
I know God hates me cuz I’m always sinnin’
U don’t know me blow me ho you wanna get hot
you’ll get your ass blown out fuckin with the Kid Rock
Eatin up ya suckers just the same way a beast could
tearin thru your town like muther fuckin Clint Eastwood
Cuz I be fakin the rhymes that keep ya shakin’
makin a lotta money but don’t let me be mistaken
I never thought about climbin up the pop chart
and I don’t give a fuck u can’t buy my tape in K-Mart
Give me a choice between soundin like an ass wipe
or sittin in an alley smokin crack from a glass pipe
I’d be as skinny as a junkie with the AIDS plague
but still I’d look better than a puppet tryin to get paid
Now check the rhyme as i climb and I co get rude
and send ya runnin’ playin’ pussy like Shaggy and Scoob
Cuz I’m the wrong dude to fuck with my mouth is mental
and I’m a tear shit up like they did in South Central
Son of a bitch I’m the son of a bitch
nobody ever loved u so you’re the son of a dick
I’m a product of a young girl top in her class
you’re a product of a hooker who was sellin that ass
And your styles in the past it’s old and dusty
so from now on I’m callin u M.C. Crusty
Cuz to face me u must be blitzed or blasted
so now I’m gonna drop ya like a hit of acid
And when I rip ya people they might stare
cuz I got more rhymes than Donahue’s got white hair
An yo buck won’t you please be a friend
And tell your mom I wanna fuck and I’ll pick her up at 10
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