作词 : Ritchie, R.J. / Shafer, Matthew 作曲 : Ritchie, R.J. / Shafer, Matthew Oh, I'm back the fog is lifted The earth is *******fted and raised the gifted You knew I'd be back so pack your bone And hit the road jack 'cuz daddy's home With the funky hot riffs, tick like Al Rocker Pumpin' out hits, gettin' chips like Oprah *****, I told ya, do not hate Or question the music I make I make punk rock and I mix it with the hip hop I get you higher than a tree top You wanna roll with the Kid Rock I make southern rock and I mix it with the hip hop I got money like Fort Knox I'll forever be the Kid Rock Forever The junkies are still cigar puffin' Still the same 'cuz I ain't changed nothin' Huffin' and puffin' I got you rookie All in check doin' the redneck boogie The king is back to retract the whack Repacked my sack with a double back pack Forget all that I'm still singing And like kids on monkey bars I'm still swingin' Thought I got dusty, thought I'd get rusty Thought I'd get rich and quit oh, he must be fat and ugly Broke black and blue But I'm trim fit rich and I'm back for round two Red white and the Pabst blue ribbon Dead right that's how I'm livin' Givin' you more than the frauds and fakes They can't make the kind of music I make I make punk rock and I mix it with the hip hop I get you higher than a tree top You wanna roll with the Kid Rock I make southern rock and I mix it with the hip hop I got money like Fort Knox I'll forever be the Kid Rock Forever The black hat is back in original form The legible, credible, inevitable storm Way past the norm still mi*****ehavin' Finger in the air and the flag still wavin' Young crones don't test the boss 'Cuz I got this sewn like Betsy Ross You can floss and front, you can taunt and tease But you can't ***** with rhymes like these Thumpin' like a drum kit with riffs that split picks Pumpin' for the kids who twist spliffs and sip fifths I got the gift I'm about to unwrap it 8 ball side pocket, 8 ball in my jacket ******* and blow you now how I live Can't say that kid, ***** off I just did Watch me twirl like Earl the Pearl Or just keep on Kid Rocking in the free world I make punk rock and I mix it with the hip hop I get you higher than a tree top You wanna roll with the Kid Rock I make southern rock and I mix it with the hip hop I got money like Fort Knox I'll forever be the Kid Rock Forever Punk rock Forever Hip hop Forever Southern rock Forever Kid rock Forever Punk rock Forever Hip hop Forever Southern rock Forever Kid rock Forever
作词 : Ritchie, R.J. / Shafer, Matthew 作曲 : Ritchie, R.J. / Shafer, Matthew Oh, I'm back the fog is lifted The earth is *******fted and raised the gifted You knew I'd be back so pack your bone And hit the road jack 'cuz daddy's home With the funky hot riffs, tick like Al Rocker Pumpin' out hits, gettin' chips like Oprah *****, I told ya, do not hate Or question the music I make I make punk rock and I mix it with the hip hop I get you higher than a tree top You wanna roll with the Kid Rock I make southern rock and I mix it with the hip hop I got money like Fort Knox I'll forever be the Kid Rock Forever The junkies are still cigar puffin' Still the same 'cuz I ain't changed nothin' Huffin' and puffin' I got you rookie All in check doin' the redneck boogie The king is back to retract the whack Repacked my sack with a double back pack Forget all that I'm still singing And like kids on monkey bars I'm still swingin' Thought I got dusty, thought I'd get rusty Thought I'd get rich and quit oh, he must be fat and ugly Broke black and blue But I'm trim fit rich and I'm back for round two Red white and the Pabst blue ribbon Dead right that's how I'm livin' Givin' you more than the frauds and fakes They can't make the kind of music I make I make punk rock and I mix it with the hip hop I get you higher than a tree top You wanna roll with the Kid Rock I make southern rock and I mix it with the hip hop I got money like Fort Knox I'll forever be the Kid Rock Forever The black hat is back in original form The legible, credible, inevitable storm Way past the norm still mi*****ehavin' Finger in the air and the flag still wavin' Young crones don't test the boss 'Cuz I got this sewn like Betsy Ross You can floss and front, you can taunt and tease But you can't ***** with rhymes like these Thumpin' like a drum kit with riffs that split picks Pumpin' for the kids who twist spliffs and sip fifths I got the gift I'm about to unwrap it 8 ball side pocket, 8 ball in my jacket ******* and blow you now how I live Can't say that kid, ***** off I just did Watch me twirl like Earl the Pearl Or just keep on Kid Rocking in the free world I make punk rock and I mix it with the hip hop I get you higher than a tree top You wanna roll with the Kid Rock I make southern rock and I mix it with the hip hop I got money like Fort Knox I'll forever be the Kid Rock Forever Punk rock Forever Hip hop Forever Southern rock Forever Kid rock Forever Punk rock Forever Hip hop Forever Southern rock Forever Kid rock Forever
