Kid Rock — Krack Rocks

[Verse] Who are you, who are you? Well, I'm the punk with the pump in the back of my ride How you step, Rock? I step in stride I pimp across stage with my nuts in my hand The punks wanna front 'cause I got my own band Goddamn, I'm the man with the helly buzz And my shit don't stink, like [Kelly's] does But [Kelly's] your girl, man, from what I heard Nah, man, I kicked that bitch to the curb I don't really need to be tied down I'm a rambling man, and I'm platinum-bound Me too, hold my brew, I thought you knew .16 is what I blew I bet that set you straight, that illegal act Fuck that, I still roll with a 40 in my lap Back in second grade, I carried a lunchbox Turned 21, started smoking crack rocks Snorting that D by the dime Wish I could slow down, I'm ahead of my time I'm the Krack, I'm the Krack Krack, Krack, Krack I'm the Krack, bitch, my last dime's what I'm betting I'm up in the casino with the fresh flat Stetson Girls all stare, they gawk, they sneer So I grab me a bitch and I step the rear My living room is the place I'm hanging out Young, tight pussies is the shit I'm banging out I'm sick of living in these perplexed times That's why I kick these motherfucking sex rhymes I'm heading down south I'm heading down south I'm heading down, heading down Hip-hip-hip-hip-digging exactly where you go I'm heading down south on a dusty path I got a cool-ass buzz and an empty flask Ass on the wagon and they think I'm all soft But I don't give a fuck, I'm tripping my balls off Up in the crack house, coolin' at Rock's house Hoes come around and we be knocking the box out Knocked out, knocked up, and all that shit Hot wax, sweaty spot, licking spit from your clit Everything that gets old, it gets overrated Old to me, just means outdated I'm the Kid Rock, fuck all that 60's shit Take Woodstock and shove it up your momma's slit Oh, shit, and there it is I get a lot of pussy 'cause I'm in showbiz 'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house I wished for a kiss and your mom popped out Put her hands on her flop and started eyeing me So I smacked the ol' bitch with my Flying V That's when I said, "Man, I gotta get a grip" and Looked at the TV, realized I was tripping [Outro] It is no party like a Detroit party 'Cause a Detroit party don't stop I said, it is no party like a Detroit party 'Cause a Detroit party don't stop It is no party like a Detroit party 'Cause a Detroit party don't stop I said, it is no party like a Detroit party 'Cause a Detroit party don't stop