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Kid Rock - "Devil Without A Cause"
You knew that I was coming cause you heard my name
But you dont know my game and never felt my pain
Cant read my brain but you read my lips
And got scared when you heard that I was coming with hits
Now dont even trip, be a man instead
Give thanks Im alive when I should be dead
Im in the red cause my minds distortin
People claimin that they know me, but they only know a portion
Im a move mountains and touch the sun
Dont get scared now, you knew this day would come
So hold your bids, all bets are closed
And fuck all you hoes
Cause its been a long time comin
But I finally broke like an egg yolk I aint no joke
Like some uncut dope motherfucker, Kid Rocks to blame
Same game, same name, aint a damn thing changed
No sell-out, I aint no hoe
Fuck the radio...comin from the R-O-M-E-O
Watch me throw like a fist of rage
Self made and paid and sawed off twelve gauges
Up that ass for the nine eight (nine eight)
Never fake, shake, straight from the Great Lakes
Seven years on wax comin correct
Flat out you diss me punk
Thats when I pull a strap out
And I get to buck-buck-bucking...a fuck-fuck-fucking your hoes
Cause they know whos runnin this shit, Top Dog Im the C-E-O
Role model, your mother-fucking H-E-R-O
My motto, Be Cool...Keep Pimpin
Dont sleep, we roll deep in a Lincoln
Four Vogues on a hundred spokes
We bust Biltmore Beavers and Top Dog Coats
We float like butterflies, sting like queen bees
Strapped with A-Ks straight from the Chinese
What the fucks goin on in the D
Bunch of white boys pimpin like the K-I-D
And its all good I got love for my honkeys
We roll thick kick ass like donkeys
Anybody fucks with you and Im gonna mack em
Devil without a cause...Im going platinum
Im going Platinum
Im going Platinum
Were going platinum
Devil without a cause...Im going platinum
Uh
Devil...Devil
Yeah we come to party, so get down everybody
(Come On)
Yeah we come to party
I went from St. Claire Shores and drink specials at Winners
To New York City and 700 dollar dinners
From hangin with sinners and second hand cheap sex
To gettin much respect from top record execs
The cool Kids comin up to call you out
So shut up now or put my balls in your mouth
Bet that ass hoss I aint forgot
When I was tossed in the dime baby left to rot
Used to call me dummy when my nose was fucking runny
Now my fuckin bunnies gettin fuckin Matchbox 20 money
Motherfuckers want to claim their down
But when I was broke and down I never seen them around
All the shit we talked, all the shit we dreamed
I did it without you got a brand new team
No triple beams it seems like a movie
Bought two cribs, droptop, and jacuzzi
No more fluzzies only high class hoes
Couple when it rains and a few when it snows
A brand new nose to go along with my habit
And a garden hose made out of 24 karat
Bought a couple parots that like to squak
And they sound like you and all the shit you talk
Step inside my shoes, you couldnt fill em doc
Youre too old to kid too soft to rock
Already did what most love shout
Seven years on wax and I still aint sold out
And there aint no doubt...in my mind
That Im gonna stomp all over you test of time
Im go platinum
Im go platinum
Im go platinum
Were going platinum
Devil without a cause...Im going platinum
Uh
Devil
Come on
Devil
Uh...Uh
Devil
Straight out of the streets of Taylor
3 foot high...ready to get fly...Joe C
Im the J-O-E to the C hoe
Call me Joe C got more game than Coleco
Im a freak hoe call me sick
Three foot nine with a ten foot dick
The ladies pick, Im a crazy hick
And rake through kind like a bum through wine
Its my time so Im gonna shine like lead
Old as piss, but small as ass
Watch me pass smoke some hash
Youre raking grass while Im raking cash
High-ass voice like Aaron Nevelle
And Im down with The Devil
Say we like to party, rock the party
We like to party, rock the party
We like to party, rock the party
We like to party, rock the party
You like to party, rock the party
We like to party, rock the party
You like to party, rock the party
Devil without a cause...Im going platinum
Uh...Uh
Come on
Uh...Uh...Uh...Uh
Hahahahaha
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