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Thats right motherfuckers...Im back
(Thi is the true story about mackin')
Times are changing, more so each year
But the Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp is here
So let it rain, and let the guitar rock
And if you hear me yell, just pop that top
And i be catchin' them northern pike, like on a ten pound chest
Sucess, never fessed take a guess
I be the Early Mornin Stoned Pimp
Straight limpin doosh bomb shrinkin
At the party big booty pinchin
Chillin, like a villian
Balloon fillin, wack Emcee killin,
the find hoe drillin'
With the million dolla' talent and the ten cent brain
Thank God, too long, too much cocaine
But now that Im back on the block, Im ready to rock
Left to right, all night, my games tight
I wish you might take a bite
Outta this here toxic, malotic, noradic, product fresh from the harvest.
Who be the largest, hardest, smartest, label in town
Top Dog get down
Radio wont play me
But still I got the kids around the world goin Kid Rock crazy
Wicked witches be flyin on broomsticks
Kid Rock be comin with the boom boom boom biatch
Im from the six biatch straight from the R-O
Kid Rock, I aint not bitch
Oh yes you are hoe
So quit frontin like ya dont know
When I step straight into the party with my homeboy Dino
Get a good look, bro, get a good gander
Im made in Detroit, but my name aint Stanser
Spreadin like a cancer, a virus
Now your lookin really gay
Like fuckin Billy Ray Cyrus
I'm the highest emcee of all time
Got my mind on the D, and the D on my mind
And the line gets drawn when my eyes cant see
Hit me twice with the 'tussin and the Morphine IV
I be what they call an old jeep bitch
I'm the mother fuckin Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp
Now throw your hands in the air and lets rock yo
Just throw your hands up high and hip-hop yo
Just throw your hands in the air and lets rock yo
Because the Detroit party dont stop yo
Just throw your hands up high and lets rock yo
Just throw your hands side to side and hip-hop yo
Just your hands up high and lets rock yo
Because the Kid Rock party dont stop yo
Now Im the self made mack on the mountian of moss
Got the money green cutty(as in cutlas) with the high pro gloss
A Lincoln Continental, and a Grand Marquee
Rag top, dropped down, rollin' on home D's bitch.
The purple furs and the gold trim glasses
I only bust on fat asses
And i dont be givin' a fuck
Who the hell can rap better then me
Cause Im a true fuckin player and I mack like a real G
H-I-J-K, L-M-N-O-P
Its for pimpin, early mornin' stoned pimpin
Up and down, been around from the bottom to the top
Partyin' down with the slimmy's, in the cities are never sober.
Ooh baby baby baby let me love ya
If you wanna get your freak on
I I'll just fuck ya with the uh, uh, oh, oh, oh, ahh
Bitch, shit, Im the Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp
Come on
Just throw your hands up high hip-hop yo
Just throw your hands in the air and lets rock yo
Because the Detroit party dont stop yo
Just throw your hands up high and lets rock yo
Just throw your hands side to side high hip-hop yo
Just throw your hands in the air and lets rock yo I'm like Lenny Bruce, girl
But I aint no god damn junkie
Cruisin with the Kid in my 71
To the crib of hoes gonna get us some
Ladies will keep our boners straighter
Midgits in the house wanna smell my finger
Comin for ya baby cause your so, so bumpin
How you like me now in my brand new jumpin
Im a natural born hoodlum not George Brown
One of these days you kid's will pay for my autograph.
So coo baby coo, baby call your momma
Im like Charlie Hooker girl
Got the boogy, drama
Got the boogie, drama
With the boogie, drama
Ridin around the neighborhood
Me and Kid Rock, we're up to no good.
With the boogie, drama yeah
Get your leather mini skirt, and we got some wine.
Playin the radio you look so fine.
With the boogie, drama
With the boogie, drama
Let's get funkie, that's my job
Punchin 9 to 5, 7 times, times 24, times 12
Day in and day out, let's get funky
Come on everybody
With the boogie drama
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