Fuck Off
A shimmy shimmy go go motha fuckin popIt's the K-K-Kid Rock with the K-K-Kid Rock shitI'm on top bitch and rock for tricksHella whips and nips and flip trips for whipsI get all the money pussy falls like rainBeen gettin' laid and paid that's why I never complainIf I ain't in it for the money I'm in it for the P (or is it D)It's 1998 yo and you still can't fuck with meYou don't be fuckin' with the blue eyeFuckin' with my 2-5 up your fuckin' ass like my shoe sizeI got a new vibe, kinda like VoodooYou do what we say and we'll do what we want toWe're fuckin' up your city and we're fuckin' up your progamFuckin' all your bitches we can fuckin' give a goddamnTwisted Brown gets down with no assistanceWe won't quit until we're banned from existencePersistance pays if that holds trueThen I'm gonna buy this fuckin' planet before the time I'm throughI was praised and raised on the thoughts of no takingsSo let me get what I got comin' and the rest I'm fakin'I'm shakin' like Jerry Lee Lewis and shitYou act like the motherfucker's new at this shitBut I've been true to this shit given' my heart and soulBeen shinin' like a diamond but gettin' passed as coalSo Fuck OffYeah
With my pants half hangin' off my ass and shitBowl filled hash pockets stuffed with cashI be the mushroom trippin' sippin' shots of Jack'Cause the kids don't listen gettin' lots of flackI be the do wa diddy up and down you block andThe 10 karat Kid with my triggers cockin'The K the I the D R-O-C K motherfucker and you still don't know meSo blow me bitch I don't rock for *Edited*I rock for the cash and the topless dancersDon't have no answers so pass the jointI'm just paid in full and made in DetroitI ride like Setta in the Indy 5And get live with that which get's me highStrive for perfection this much is trueWe do what we say you say what we doKid Rock I couldn't be no BozoAnd I get too much nina*Edited* and my glock rolls solo to ArizonaI'm an easy rider dreamin' of WynonnaI roam the country like a Greyhound busPut faith in lust and in God I trustI'm not Peter Pan I don't fuck with fairiesBut I bust more rhymes than virgin cherriesAnd Harry Carey couldn't call my gameFucked so many hoes I'm in the hall of fameAnd I show no shame from coast to coastI don't mean to brag, but I like to boastFuck OffYeah right in your mother fuckin' ass bitchWith that Detroit city shit ain't shit swift we're on the same scriptNothing new since 76 Kid RockYo Slim Shady come break these mother fuckers off
(Eminem)Yo tell the world to hold their breath they're breathing the wrong airThis planet belongs to me and this hippy with long hairTwo white boys who spike punch and light jointsHang around drugs loud music and like noiseSlim Shady and Brown Trucker another bunch of mother fuckersWho hate the world as much as each otherAnd I ain't leaving this party tonight'Til I see some naked bitches dancin' around drunk touchin' each otherRum and Pepsi got your whole perception of me sketchy'Cause when I stage dive people are scared to catch me'Cause all I do is curse and fuckSo when I do 'shrooms you all better give me two rooms'Cause I'm fuckin' the first one upSo when you see me on your block you better lock your cars'Cause you know I'm losin' it when I'm rappin' to rock guitarsThis is for children who break rulesPeople that straight foolAnd ever single teenager that hates school
Fuck Off