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Back from The Dead – Kid Rock
Back from the dead second L.P. here we go
Comin at ya from the R.O.M.E.O.
Pistol packed with a crew’o fly slimmys
hat turned back in some Airwalk jimmys
Never slackin hoes I be mackin
not wacked I don’t try to act black when
I came up i came at ya from the outskirts
bag of weed in the pocket of my sweatshirt
Bone 2 the bone 2 the bad 2 the bad 2 the bone
Hit bound from the Mo-town allen
f_ck a 40 I drink it by the gallon
I started out in Mount Clemens as a D.J.
park parties gettin drunk on Sunday
Tweeked in the heat 2 a beat I’d rock 2 the -and rip sh_t up
An now I’ve toured this nation
pimp of the nation
pullin hoes
Rock the set in each city then step
me, Blackman and Funk Daddy Def Stef
B_tches, they think I’m sexist
but all I want baby is your grits for breakfast
Eggs, bacon, home cooked fries
and gimme a plate of that p_ssy on the side
Triple x on the set showin no class
just a foul mouthed little f_ckin smart ass
No fool I went 2 high school dumb ass
smoked dope and i flunked every class
Slash and I smash cuz I thrash when I bash
invite me to a party and your house’ll get trashed
An outcast sick of being harassed so I dashed
moved out of the crib cuz I hated cuttin grass
Now I reside on the eastside lovin it
cold 40 dog in a brown bag chuggin it
Flex, sex, run of the next
flippin and trippin and rippin and shakin the s_ckers who wanted 2
Front an get around 2 the
2 get up or get down 2 the rhyme
I’m shakin and takin and breakin I rip the mic like
Every time f_ck I don’t eat no manwich
kickin back coolin with a cold grits sandwich
Somebody said I’m the best in the Mo-town
but this town ain’t sh_t but a ghost town
Who ever said it they lied they fessed
b_tch I’m the best in the mother f_ckin Midwest
Wanna be heard when I rap so I yell it
sport a Tigers cap like my man Tom Selleck
One bad b_tch I smoke hash from a stick
Got more cash than f_ckin White Boy Rick
My first LP wasn’t pushed for sh_t
so Jive Records yo, go and s_ck a fat d_ck
Cuz I’m rippin like a chainsaw
yes I’m that raw laughin’ at ya s_ckers like Hee Haw
Roll it up, take a hit and then pass it
That’s how we do it when we roll down Gratiot
In my Grand Marquis I pimp to the beat
Two in the front and two hoes in the back seat
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Back from The Dead – Kid Rock
Back from the dead second L.P. here we go
Comin at ya from the R.O.M.E.O.
Pistol packed with a crew’o fly slimmys
hat turned back in some Airwalk jimmys
Never slackin hoes I be mackin
not wacked I don’t try to act black when
I came up i came at ya from the outskirts
bag of weed in the pocket of my sweatshirt
Bone 2 the bone 2 the bad 2 the bad 2 the bone
Hit bound from the Mo-town allen
f_ck a 40 I drink it by the gallon
I started out in Mount Clemens as a D.J.
park parties gettin drunk on Sunday
Tweeked in the heat 2 a beat I’d rock 2 the -and rip sh_t up
An now I’ve toured this nation
pimp of the nation
pullin hoes
Rock the set in each city then step
me, Blackman and Funk Daddy Def Stef
B_tches, they think I’m sexist
but all I want baby is your grits for breakfast
Eggs, bacon, home cooked fries
and gimme a plate of that p_ssy on the side
Triple x on the set showin no class
just a foul mouthed little f_ckin smart ass
No fool I went 2 high school dumb ass
smoked dope and i flunked every class
Slash and I smash cuz I thrash when I bash
invite me to a party and your house’ll get trashed
An outcast sick of being harassed so I dashed
moved out of the crib cuz I hated cuttin grass
Now I reside on the eastside lovin it
cold 40 dog in a brown bag chuggin it
Flex, sex, run of the next
flippin and trippin and rippin and shakin the s_ckers who wanted 2
Front an get around 2 the
2 get up or get down 2 the rhyme
I’m shakin and takin and breakin I rip the mic like
Every time f_ck I don’t eat no manwich
kickin back coolin with a cold grits sandwich
Somebody said I’m the best in the Mo-town
but this town ain’t sh_t but a ghost town
Who ever said it they lied they fessed
b_tch I’m the best in the mother f_ckin Midwest
Wanna be heard when I rap so I yell it
sport a Tigers cap like my man Tom Selleck
One bad b_tch I smoke hash from a stick
Got more cash than f_ckin White Boy Rick
My first LP wasn’t pushed for sh_t
so Jive Records yo, go and s_ck a fat d_ck
Cuz I’m rippin like a chainsaw
yes I’m that raw laughin’ at ya s_ckers like Hee Haw
Roll it up, take a hit and then pass it
That’s how we do it when we roll down Gratiot
In my Grand Marquis I pimp to the beat
Two in the front and two hoes in the back seat
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