By ICP & Kid Rock
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Violent J, Violent J, is that you?
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I'm on the microphone, so what'cha wanna do?
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Violent J, Violent J, is that you?
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A wicked, wicked clown, just for you
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I drink Faygo it's only a buck-ten
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I'm a pour it on your tits when we fucking
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Cuz I'm with that kinky shit, ho
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I can see you butt-naked in your window
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Shimmy up the house side dash
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Knock and I press my nuts on the glass
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Let me in, ho, don't ya know
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I'm Violent J of the ICP, yo
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I got me a check let's cash it
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If I could spend it with the hoes on grass shit
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But don't get all geek slut
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Cuz I'm a buy ya some lava to wash your butt
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"Uhh what's this clown shit about?"
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A knife to your neck and your throats hanging out
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With a do-mi-ray
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Now it's about time I say:
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[Chorus]
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Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you?
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Yeah, let me tell ya what I wanna do
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Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you?
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Yo lay, yo lay, yo lay *y hooooo!
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Frontin', they frontin', everybody's frontin'
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Violent Violent J is gonna tell ya something
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If ya know a bitch who got grits
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Kid Rock, Kid Rock will probably eat that shit
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[-Kid Rock-]
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Boohoo motherfucker what'cha cryin' for?
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I'm that nigger that your bitch would die for
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The whore showed up at my front door
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So I fucked her in her ass and I threw her out the back door
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The bitch thought it was a cake drive
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She said: "Drive me to the city", so I dropped her off at lakeside
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"Aren't you driving me home?", well I meant ta
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But plans have changed so get your ass on the center
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Ho, this ain't no taxi
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I be mackin' hoes, they don't mack me
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Never slacking, hoes I be macking
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Yeah...Kid Rock, Kid Rock
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Never slacking, hoes I be macking
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Violent J serving ghetto hard street shit
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The funk, the funk from the old days
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Violent J serving ghetto hard street shit
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The funk from the old days
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Well, I'm up for the shot in a minute
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Show me a valley, I might doal in it
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Like somebody else I know
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I been to Mount Clemens as I've been to Romeomeomeo
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Wicked clowns gonna flow for ya some
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Three for the treble, eight for the drum
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Five for the homies that I run with
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Bitch, call your mother cause you're done with
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Toe tip-toe, I snuck in your house
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And fell asleep butt-naked on the front couch
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So, excuse me, pops, I'm napping
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So could ya shut the fuck up with that yapping
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And your wife's all worked up for nothing
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She act like she ain't never seen a wang or something
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Cuz it really don't matter
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I'm a show my nuts to innocent bystander
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Every fucking day
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Cuz it's about time I say
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[Chorus]
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Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you?
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Yeah, let me tell you what I wanna do
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Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you?
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I just said it was motherfucker
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[-Kid Rock-]
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Skinny dipping in the pool, you know I drown hoes
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Fuck 'em doggie style and play that ass like the bongo
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Hit it, hit hi-hit it
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Hitting homerums and never whiff, ho
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Smoke my dick like it's a big spliff
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This ain't a blooper and I'm no joker
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But I can shoot a nut 50 foot like the super soaker
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But yo, I'm not gonna pull it out for a cheap joke
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Instead I play John Holmes in a sequel to Deep Throat
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Taste the nut in your mouth, just to school ya
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But ho, don't let the smooth taste fool ya
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Don't let the smooth taste fool ya...[×3]
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...fuckin' fool ya
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Don't let the smooth taste fool ya...
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...word
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Is That You?
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| Kid Rock |
