| HUH I grew a hurding cattle
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| I got more rhymes than heroin in Seattle
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| You wanna battle with the Rock quite frontin'
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| I’ll spit on your ass and then tell you that you ain’t nothin'
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| Grab your honey and your beer and I’ll break South
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| Take your money then I’ll tell ya get the hell out
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| I’ll put your head out this is my night
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| How ya gonna step with Rock when I got the mic
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| I shot the sheriff and the deputy too
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| Paid off the Feds now its all about my crew
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| What you hoes wanna do
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| One at a time or all at once I’ll still roll through your whole crew
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| Like a south bound trucker
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| Hoss and mother fuckers take shorts mother fuckers take a loss
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| And when you step with your anger
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| I’m like the robot from lost in space (Danger Danger)
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| I give a warning but if you don’t take it
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| I’ll put my arm around your neck like we’re cool then I’ll break it
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| It’s all real cop a feel from my steel
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| Here’s the deal when I say clap your hands like a seal
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| Or better yet give respect where it’s earned
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| You eat me up I’m like a hot pepper and you might get burned
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| You took a turn for the worst
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| Walked up in my face rode away in a hurse
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| Now how you gonna front on that
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| Kid Rock’s in the house that’s where I’m at
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| Where you at rock where you at
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| Over here in the rear with your girl the fourties of beer
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| Where you at rock where you at
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| Over there with the bad attitude cause I just don’t care
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| Where you at rock where you at
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| Where you at rock where you at
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| 1 2 and it don’t stop
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| 3 4 and it don’t quit
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| 1 2 and it don’t stop
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| From the depths of hell to God’s right hand side
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| I’m what’s left of the get paid, self made pride
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| I’ll step in stride I’m raw as cow hide
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| My first LP is still sellin' that ain’t no Jive
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| Am I the chosen one
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| Some people ain’t getttin' where I’m comin' from
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| Or where I’m goin' to stand back
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| Kid Rock’s in the house that’s where I’m at
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| Where you at rock where you at
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| Over here in the rear with the fourties of beer
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| Where you at rock where you at
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| Over there with the bad attitude cause I just don’t care
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| Where you at rock where you at
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| Where you at rock where you at
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| Rock the house Yo
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| And I’ll be the long haired wizard with the lazy eye
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| Ask the ladies and they’ll tell ya that im crazy fly
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| I’m steppin' to the mic like a soldier bro
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| I hate to sound like a dick but I told ya so hoe
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| Old Crow and a soul full of desperation
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| I’m rockin' up on the mic with no consideration
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| For you’re church or you’re family
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| Ayn Rand couldn’t stand me so she banned me
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| I’m like a dandy lion Jack
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| You can cut me down and then I’ll pop right back
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| And attack from the back like a great white
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| I’m not down with the scrappin' but I’m down for the gun fight
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| Behind my back talkin' shit
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| But when I front your ass you wanna act like a little bitch
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| Keep on and you get your ass macked
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| Kid Rock’s in the house that’s where I’m at
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| Where you at rock where you at
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| Over here in the rear with the fourties of beer
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| Where you at rock where you at
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| Over there with the bad attitude cause I just don’t care
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| Where you at rock where you at
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| Over here, Over here, Uh Over Here
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| Where you at rock where you at
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| Over there with the bad attitude cause I just don’t care
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| Where you at rock where you at
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| Where you at rock where you at
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| Where you at rock where you at
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| Over here, Over here, Uh Over Here
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| Where you at rock where you at
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| Over there with the bad attitude cause I just don’t care
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| Where you at rock where you at |