Kid Rock — The Prodigal Son Returns

[Intro] P-p-p-pass the buddha, pass the buddha 'Cause I wanna get, p-p-p-pass the buddha P-p-p-pass the buddha, 'cause I wanna get off [Verse] All the fuckers that are trying to diss the Kid Rock You can get shot, but first I'm gonna get hot When it comes to rhymes, I got a new Caddy 'Cause you got about as much flavor as a fucking rice patty "Gay Bob, don't quit your day job" This might sound way odd, but on the mic, I'm God And working hard for your money's what an ex told 'Cause I won't sell my soul for some wax dipped in cheap gold Part four, motherfucker, whatcha gonna do? One wood, seven iron, and I'm on the green in two With one putt, I'm lying birdy in the hole I drive for show, putt for dough So give it up, ho, I get a lot of funny looks I'm stealing your music, my man, I ain't a fucking crook You're playing dummy with your pride And you can't tell me shit about a .45 And all that jive you preach, it's the poorest God saved my soul, you save the fucking rainforest And I'll meet you in Hell The prodigal son Kid Rock, I rock well (only time will tell) Well, it's that country boy from the midwest Smoking grass and sniffing lines And at first glance, you wouldn't guess, no I even make my own homemade wine Moonshine, red wine, stir it up, drink it up Roll it up, light it up, toke down, pass around Cut it up, light it up, sniff it up, rock it up Gimme a pipe and I just might smoke it Object it, select it, clean it, protect it Suck it in, tie it up, stick it in, inject it All night, that's right, pop it, drop it Set it on your tongue and then trip 'til you peak