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Hey Kid Rock, tell 'em how your livin

Man i spend

Non-commercial lyrics run like Hershel

Walkin fast cause I'm a smooth talker

Appeal the feel, but don't praise and kneel

Just heal

And always look for the seal

HUH I grew a hurding cattle

I got more rhymes than heroin in Seattle

You wanna battle with the Rock quite frontin'

I'll spit on your ass and then tell you that you ain't nothin'

Grab

I wanna make money to take away my problems,

But my problems gettin' bigger with the more money I make

I wanna

Who are you, who are you

Well i'm the punk with the pump in the back of my pack

How you step rock

I step

You know how it is

Some guys just gotta make time to get their rocks off no matter what

I'm like that

Tearin up pussy every where i go

I'm Kid mother fuckin Rock

This here aint no love song

And it aint for you

Its for the folks that relate to

What ive been going through

Its for the hour overtime

Workin

People like the way my style is rollin

The crowd rebounds as I flow slowin

I'm not bullshittin

Heres how im hittin

Funkin it up more than George Clinton

Swingin,

Bitch

Where you at Rock, where you at

Beep

You fucking ass fucking hole

(Where

Latley ive been spendin lots of time with my kid

Tellin him stories

About the things that we did

When we were a family

Long time ago

Ive answerd