| You knew that I was coming 'cause you heard my name
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| But you don’t know my game You never felt my pain
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| Can’t read my brain but you read my lips
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| And got scared when you heard that I was coming with hits
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| Now don’t even trip, be a man instead
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| Give thanks I’m alive when I should be dead
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| Uh! |
| I’m in the red 'cause my mind’s distortin'
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| People claimin’that they know me, but they only know a portion
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| I’m gonna move mountains and touch the sun
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| Don’t get scared now, you knew this day would come
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| So hold your bids, all bets are closed
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| And fuck all you hoes!!!
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| 'Cause it’s been a long time comin'
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| But I finally broke like an egg yolk I ain’t no joke
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| Like some uncut dope motherfucker, Kid Rock’s to blame
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| Same game, same name, ain’t a damn thing changed
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| No sell-out, I ain’t no hoe, fuck the radio I’m comin’from that
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| Watch me throw like a fist of rage
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| Self-made and paid and sold off 12 gauges
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| Up that ass for the 9−8
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| Never fake, shake, straight from the Great Lakes
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| Seven years on wax comin’correct
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| Flat out you diss me punk
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| That’s when I pull the strap out
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| And I get to buck-buck-bucking im fuck-fuck-fucking your hoes
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| 'Cause they know who’s runnin’this shit, Top Dog I’m the C-E-O
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| Role model, your mother-fucking H-E-R-O
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| My motto, Be Cool — Keep Pimpin'.
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| Don’t sleep, we roll deep in a Lincoln
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| Four Vogues on a hundred spokes
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| We bust way more Beavers in Top Dog Coats
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| We float like butterflies, sting like queen bees
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| Strapped with A-K's straight from the Chinese
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| What the fuck’s goin’on in the D Bunch of white boys pimpin’like the K-I-D
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| And it’s all good I got love for my honkeys
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| We roll thick kick ass like donkeys
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| Anybody fuck’s with you and I’m gonna mack 'em
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| Chorus: Kid Rock
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| Devil without a cause… I'm going platinum
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| I’m going Platinum (DEVIL)
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| I’m going Platinum (DEVIL)
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| We’re going platinum (DEVIL)
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| Devil without a cause I’m going platinum
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| Yeah we come to party, so get down everybody
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| Yeah we come to party
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| I went from St. Claire shores and drink specials at Winners
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| To New York City and $ 700 dinners
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| From hangin’with sinners and second hand cheap sex
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| To gettin’much respect from top record execs.
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| The cool Kid’s claimin’up to call you out
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| So shut up now or put my balls in your mouth
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| Bet that ass hoss I ain’t forgot
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| When I was tossed in the bomb and left to rot
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| Used to call me funny when my nose was fucking runny
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| Now my fuckin’bunnies gettin’fuckin’Matchbox 20 money
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| Motherfuckers want to claim they’re down
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| But when I was broke and down I never seen them around
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| All the shit we talked, all the shit we dreamed
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| I did it without you got a brand new team
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| No triple beams it seems like a movie
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| Bought two cribs, droptop, and jacuzzi
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| No more fluzzies only high class hoes
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| A Couple when it rains and a few when it snows
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| A brand new nose to go along with my habit
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| And a garden hose made out of 24 karat
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| Bought a couple parots that like to squak
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| And they sound like you and all the shit you talk
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| Step inside my shoes, you couldn’t fill a dot
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| You’re too old to kid, too soft to rock
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| Already did what most love shout
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| 7 years on wax and I still ain’t sold out
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| And there ain’t no doubt in my mind
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| That I’m gonna stomp all over you test of time
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| Chorus: Kid Rock
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| I’m go platinum
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| I’m go platinum
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| I’m go platinum
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| We’re going platinum
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| Devil without a cause I’m going platinum
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| Straight out of the streets of Taylor
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| 3 foot high ready to get fly Joe C
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| I’m the J-O-E to the C hoe
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| Call me Joe C got more game than Coleco
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| I’m a freak hoe call me sick
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| Three foot nine with a ten foot dick
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| The ladies pick, I’m a crazy hick
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| And rake through kind like a bum through wine
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| It’s my time so I’m gonna shine like glass
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| Old as piss, but small as ass
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| Watch me cash smoke some hash
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| You’re raking grass while I’m raking cash
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| High-ass voice just like Aaron Nevelle
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| And I’m down with The Devil
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| Say we like to party, rock the party
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| We like to party, rock the party
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| We like to party, rock the party
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| We like to party, rock the party
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| You like to party, rock the party
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| We like to party, rock the party
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| You like to party, rock the party
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| Devil without a cause I’m going platinum |