Who are you, who are you
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Well i'm the punk with the pump in the back of my pack
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How you step rock
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I step in stride
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I step across stage with my nuts in my hand
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The punks wanna front cause i got my own band
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Goddamn i'm the man with the helly buzz
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And my shit dont stink, like eli's does
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I'ma pleasure girls man from what i heard
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Nah man, i kicked that bitch to the curb
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I dont really need to be tied down
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I'm a ramblin man, and i'm platinum bound
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Me too, rolled my crew, i'm not too new
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.16 is what i blew
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I bet that set you straight, that illegal action
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Fuck that, i still roll with a 40 in my lap
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Back in 2nd grade, i carried a lunch box
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Turned 21 started smokin crack pots
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Snortin that D by the dime
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Wish i could slow down, i'm ahead of my time
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I'm the Krack, i'm the Krack
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Krack, Krack, Krack
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I'm the Krack bitch, my last dimes what i'm bettin
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I'm up in the casino with a flash like stetson
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Girls all stare, they gauck, they sneer
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So i grab me a bitch and i slapped her in the rear
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My livingroom is the place i'm hangin out
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Uptight pussy's is the shit i'm bangin out
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I'm sick of livin in these perplex times
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That's why i kick these motherfuckin sex rhymes
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I'm headin down south
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I'm headin down south
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I'm headin down, headin down
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Hip hip hip hip diggin exactly where you go
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I'm headin down south on a dusty path
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I got a cool ass buzz and an empty flask
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Ass on the wagon and they think i'm all soft
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But i dont givea fuck, i'm trippin my balls off
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Up in the crack house tunin them rocks off
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Hoe's come around an we be knockin the box top
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Knocked out, knocked up and all that shit
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Hot wax, sweaty spot, lickin spit from your clit
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Everything that gets old
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It get's over rated
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Old to me, just means out dated
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I'm the Kid Rock, fuck all that 60's shit
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Take Woodstock and shove it up your momma's clit
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Oh shit, and there it is
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I get a lot of pussy cause i'm in show biz
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Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house
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I wished for a kiss and your mom popped out.
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Put her hands on her flop and started eyein me
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So i smacked the ole bitch with my flyin D
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That's when i said "man i gotta get a grip"
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Looked at the TV realized i was trippin
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It aint no party like a Detroit party
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Cause a Detroit party dont stop
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I said It aint no party like a Detroit party
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Cause a Detroit party dont stop
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It aint no party like a Detroit party
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Cause a Detroit party dont stop
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I said It aint no party like a Detroit party
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Cause a Detroit party dont stop
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Krack Rock's
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| Kid Rock |
