Kid Rock — Where U at Rock?

[Verse 1] Uh, I grew up herding cattle I got more rhymes than heroin in Seattle You wanna battle with the Rock quit frontin' I'll spit on your ass and then tell you that you ain't nothin' Grab your honey and your beer and I'll break South Take your money then I'll tell you, "Get the hell out!" I'll put your head out, this is my night How you gonna step with Rock when I got the mic? I shot the sheriff and the deputy too Paid off the Feds, now it's all about my crew What you hoes wanna do? One at a time or all at once I'll still roll through your whole crew Like a south-bound trucker Hoss and motherfuckers take shorts Motherfuckers take a loss And when you step with your anger I'm like the robot from lost in space (danger danger) I give a warning but if you don't take it I'll put my arm around your neck Like we're cool, then I'll break it It's all real, cop a feel from my steel Here's the deal when I say clap your hands like a seal Or better yet give respect where it's earned You eat me up, I'm like a hot pepper and you might get burned You took a turn for the worst Walked up in my face rode away in a hearse (Now how you gonna front on that?) Kid Rock's in the house, that's where I'm at [Chorus] (Where you at, Rock, where you at?) Over here in the rear with your girl and the 40's of beer (Where you at, Rock, where you at?) Over there with the bad attitude cause I just don't care (Where you at, Rock, where you at?) (Where you at, Rock, where you at?) One, two, and you don't stop Three, four, and you don't quit One, two, and you don't stop [Verse 2] From the depths of Hell to God's right-hand side I'm what's left of the get-paid, self-made pride I'll step in stride, I'm raw as cow hide My first LP is still sellin', that ain't no Jive Am I the chosen one? Some people ain't gettin' where I'm comin' from Or where I'm goin' to stand back Kid Rock's in the house, that's where I'm at [Chorus] (Rock the house, yo) [Verse 3] And I'll be the long-haired wizard with the lazy eye Ask the ladies and they'll tell ya that I'm crazy fly I'm steppin' to the mic like a soldier, bro I hate to sound like a dick but I told you so, ho Old Crow and a soul full of desperation I'm rockin' up on the mic with no consideration For your church or your family Ayn Rand couldn't stand me, so she banned me I'm like a dandelion, Jack You can cut me down and then I'll pop right back And attack from the back like a great white I'm not down with the scrappin' but I'm down for the gunfight Behind my back, talkin' shit But when I front your ass, you wanna act like a little bitch Keep on and you get your ass macked Kid Rock's in the house, that's where I'm at [Chorus] (Over here, over here, uh, the, over here) (Over here, over here, uh, the, over here) Where you at, Rock, where you at?