Yeah
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And I set up and tore down this stage with my own two hands
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We've travel this land packed tight in mini vans
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And all this for the fans, girls, money, and fame
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I played their game
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And as they scream my name
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I will show no shame
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I live and die for this
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And if I come off soft
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Then chew on this
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Are you scared?
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Devil Without A Cause
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And I'm back with the beaver hats
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And Ben Davis slacks
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Thirty pack of Strohs
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Thirty pack of hoes
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No rogaine and the propane flows
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The chosen one
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I'm the living proof
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With the gift of gab
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From the city of truth
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I jabbed and stabbed
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And knocked critics back
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And I did not stutter when I said that
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I'm going platinum
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Sellin rhymes
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I went platinum
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Seven times
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And still they ill
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They wanna see us fry
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I guess because Only God Knows Why
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Why why why why
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Ohhhhhhhhhhhh
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They call me cowboy, I'm the singer in black
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So throw a finger in the air and let me see where you're at
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Say hey hey
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Let me hear where your at and say hey hey
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I'm givin it back, so say hey hey
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Show me some metal and say
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Hey hey hey hey
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Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Gat!!!!!
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Fuck all y'all
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I like AC/DC and ZZ Top
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Bocephus, Beasties and the kings of rock
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Skynyrd, Segar, Limp, Korn, the Stones
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David Allen Coe and no show Jones
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Yeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh
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Pass that bottle around
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Got the rock from Detroit
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Soul from Motown
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The underground stoned fuckin pimp
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With tracks that mack and slap back the whack
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Never gay, no way, I don't play with ass
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But watch me rock with Liberace flash
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Punk rock, The clash
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Boy bands are trash
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I like Johnny Cash and Grand Master Flash
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Flash flash flash flash
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ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
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They call me cowboy, I'm the singer in black
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So throw a finger in the air and let me see where you're at
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Say hey hey
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Let me hear where your at and say hey hey
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I'm givin it back, so say hey hey
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Show me some metal and say
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Hey hey hey hey
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Uh, uh, uh, Gat
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Yeah, I saw your band
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Jumpin around on stage like a bunch of wounded ducks
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When you gonna learn sucker
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You just can't fuck with
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Twisted Brbrbr Brown Brown...TRUCKER
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TRuuuuuccckeeeeerrrrr
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I'm an... American Bad Ass
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Watch me kick
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You can roll with rock
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Or you can Suck My Dick (undedited version) or Radio Edit (edited version)
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I'm a porno flick, I'm like amazing grace
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I'm gonna fuck some hoe's after I rock this place
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Super fly, livin double wide
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Side car my glide
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So Joe C can ride
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Full sack to share
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Bringin flash and glare
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Got the long hair swingin middle finger in the air
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Snakeskin suits, Sixty-five Chevelle's
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See me ride in sin
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Hear the rebel yell
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I won't live to tell
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So if you do
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Give the next generation a big, Fuck You!
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Who knew I'd blow up like Oklahoma
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Said fuck highschool, pissed on my diploma
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Smell the aroma
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Check my hits
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I know it stinks in here
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Cause I'm the shit, shit, shit, shit, shit
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Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh
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They call me cowboy, I'm the singer in black
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So throw a finger in the air, let me see where you're at
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Say hey hey
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Let me hear where you're at and say hey hey
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I'm givin' it back so say, hey hey
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Show me some metal and say
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Hey hey hey hey
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Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...huh huh
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I'm a cowboy
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Bad ass in black
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Singin
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Hey hey hey hey
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From side to side
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From front to back
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Say hey hey hey hey
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I put Detroit city back on the map
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And singin
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Hey hey hey hey
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Kid Rock's in the house
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And thats where I'm at
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Hahahaha
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American Bad Ass
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