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This page features "American Bad Ass" "Bawitdaba" "Cowboy" "Only God Knows Why" and "Devil Without A Cause"

"American Bad Ass"

Yeah
And I 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 I'm back with the beaver hats
And Ben Davis slacks
Thirty pack of Strohs
Thirty pack of hoes
No rogaine in the propane flows
The chosen one
I'm the living proof
With the gift of gab
From the city of truth
I jabbed and stabbed
And knocked critics back
And I did not stutter when I said that
I'm going platinum
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 gat!!!!!

**** all y'all
I like AC/DC and ZZ Top
Bocephus, Beasties and the kings of rock
Skynard, Segar, Limp, Korn, the Stones
David Allen Coe and no show Jones
Yeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Pass that bottle around
Got the rock from Detroit
Soul from Motown
The underground stoned ****in Pimp
With tracks that mack and slap back the whack
Never gay, no way
I dont play with ***
But watch me rock with Liberace flash
Punk rock's, The 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 gat

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 ***
Watch me kick
You can roll with rock
Or you can Suck My **** [undedited version] or Radio Edit[edited version]
I'm a porno flick
I'm like amazing grace
I'm gonna **** some ***'s
After I rock this place
Super fly
Livin double wide
Side car my glide
So Joe C can ride
****in sack to share
Bringin flash and glare
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 Oklahoma
Said **** highschool
I pissed on my diploma
Smell the aroma
Check my hits
I know it stinks in here
Cause I'm the ****, ****, ****, ****, ****

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 *** 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

"Bawitdaba"

CHORUS: Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogy said

up jump the boogy.

My name is KIIIIIIIID, Kid Rock.

CHORUS

And this is for the questions that don't have any answers, the midnight

glancers and the topless dancers. The candid freaks, cars packed with

speakers. The G's with the forties, and the chicks with beepers. The

Northern Lights, and the Southern Comfort. And it don't even matter if

the veins are punctured. All the crackheads, the critics, the cynics.

And all my heros in the Methodone Clinic. All you ******** at the IRS,

for the crooked cops and the cluttered desks. For the shots of jack and

the caps of meth. Half pints of love and the fifths of stress. For the

hookers all tricking out in Hollywood, and for my hoods of the world

misunderstood. I said it’s all good and it's all in fun, now get in the

pit and try to love someone!

CHORUS

For the timebombs ticking, and the heads that hang. All the gangs

getting money, and the heads that bang bang. Wild mustangs and porno
flicks, all my homies in the county in cell block six. The grits when there

ain’t enough eggs to cook, and for DB Cooper and money he took. You can

look for answers but that ain't fun, now get in the pit and try to love

someone!

CHOURS

For the love, and for the hate. And for the peace, WARRRRRRRRRRRR!

"Cowboy"

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 droptop, 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 ***** 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

CHORUS: 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 pimp 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

Fiest. And if the price is right I'm gonna make my bid boy. And let

Cali-for-ny-aye know why they call me.

CHORUS

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 **** fits right in your ***" 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 ***** 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...lockin me up and sniffin

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 Mc. My only words of wisdom are just, "Suck My ****." I'm

flickin' my Bic up and down that coast and keep on truckin' until it

falls into motion.

CHORUS

"Only God Knows Why"

I've been sittin' here, tryin' to find myself. I get behind myself, I need to rewind myself. Lookin' for the payback, listen for the playback. They say that every man bleeds just like me. And now I feel like number one, yet I'm last in life. I watch my younger son, and it helps to pass the time. I take too many pills to help to ease the pain. I made a couple of dollar bills, still I feel the same. Everybody knows my name, they say it way out loud. A lot of folks **** me. It's hard to hang out in crowds. I guess that's the price you pay, to be some big shot like I am. Outskirt stands and one night stands, still I can't find love.

And when your walls come tumbling down, I will always be around. And when your walls come tumbling down, I will always be around.

People don't know about the things I say and do. They don't understand about the **** that I've been through. It's been so long since I've been home. I've been gone, I've been gone for way too long. Maybe I forgot all things I miss, oh somehow I know there's more to life than this. I said it too many times, and I still stand firm. You get what you put in, and people get what they deserve. Still I ain't seen mine, no I ain't seen mine. I've been giving just ain't been gettin'. I've been walking down that line. So I think I'll keep on walking, with my head held high. I'll keep moving on and only God knows why.

Only God . . . Only God. Only God knows why. Only God . . . knows . . .why, why, why only God knows why. Take me to the river's edge. Take me to the river, hey hey hey.

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Devil Without A Cause

You knew that I was coming 'cause you heard my name. But you don't

know my game and never felt my pain. Can't read my brain but you

read my lips. And got scared when you heard that I was coming with

hits. Now don't even trip, be a man instead. Give thanks I'm alive

when I should be dead. I'm in the red 'cause my mind's distortin’.

People claimin' that they know me, but they only know a portion. I'm

gonna move mountains and touch the sun. Don't get scared now, you knew

this day would come. So hold your bids, all bets are closed. And ****

all you hoes.

'Cause it's been a long time comin' But I finally broke

...like an egg yolk, I ain't no joke. Like some uncut dope mother******,

Kid Rock's to blame. Same game, same name, ain't a **** thing changed.

No sell-out, I ain't no hoe, **** the radio...comin' from the R-O-M-E-O.

Watch me throw like a fist of rage, Self-made and paid and sawed off 12

gauges. Up that *** for the 9-8. Never fake, shake, straight from the

Great Lakes. Seven years on wax comin' correct. Flat out...you diss me

punk, that's when I pull a strap out. And I get to buck-buck-bucking...

a ****-****-*******your hoes. 'Cause they know who's runnin' this ****,

Top Dog...I'm the C-E-O. Role model, your mother-******* H-E-R-O. My

motto, "Be Cool...Keep Pimpin'." Don't sleep, we roll deep in a

Lincoln. Four Vogues on a hundred spokes. We bust Biltmore Beavers and

Top Dog Coats. We float like butterflies, sting like queen bees. Strapped

with A-K's straight from the Chinese. What the ***** goin' on in the D

Bunch of white boys pimpin' like the K-I-D. And it's all good...I got

love for my honkeys. We roll thick...kick *** like donkeys. Anybody *****

with you and I'm gonna mack 'em.

Devil without a cause...I'm going platinum. I'm going Platinum. I'm

going Platinum. We're going platinum. Devil without a cause...I'm going

platinum.

Yeah we come to party, so get down everybody. Yeah we come to party.

I went from St. Claire Shores and drink specials at Winners. To New York

City and $700 dinners. From hangin' with sinners and second hand cheap

sex. To gettin' much respect from top record execs. The cool Kid's comin'

up to call you out. So shut up now or put my balls in your mouth. Bet

that *** hoss I ain't forgot. When I was tossed in the dime baby left to

rot. Used to call me dummy when my nose was ******* runny. Now my ******'

bunnies gettin' ******' Matchbox 20 money. Mother******* want to claim

they're down. But when I was broke and down I never seen them around.

All the **** we talked, all the **** we dreamed. I did it without you...

got a brand new team. No triple beams...it seems like a movie. Bought

two cribs, droptop, and jacuzzi. No more fluzzies...only high class hoes.

Couple when it rains and a few when it snows. A brand new nose to go

along with my habit. And a garden hose made out of 24 karat. Bought a

couple parots that like to squak. And they sound like you and all the

**** you talk. Step inside my shoes, you couldn't fill 'em doc. You’re

too old to kid...too soft to rock. Already did what most love shout. 7

years on wax and I still ain't sold out. And there ain't no doubt...in

my mind. That I'm gonna stomp all over you test of time.

I'm go platinum. I'm go platinum. I'm go platinum. Were going platinum.

Devil without a cause...I'm going platinum. Straight out of the

streets of Taylor.

3 foot high...ready to get fly...Joe C. I'm the J-O-E to the C hoe.

Call me Joe C...got more game than Coleco. I'm a freak hoe...call me

sick. Three foot nine with a ten foot ****. The ladies pick, I'm a

crazy hick. And rake through kind like a bum through wine. It's my

time so I'm gonna shine like lead. Old as piss, but small as ***.

Watch me cash...smoke some hash. You're raking grass while I'm

raking cash. High-*** voice like Aaron Nevelle. And I'm down with

The Devil.

Say we like to party, rock the party. We like to party, rock the

party. We like to party, rock the party. We like to party, rock the

party. You like to party, rock the party. We like to party, rock the

party. You like to party, rock the party.

Devil without a cause...I'm going platinum.

Music Fades To Black.