Devil Without a Cause Lyrics - Kid Rock

Kid Rock Devil Without a Cause cover art
publisher: ©Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
writers: Jalil Hutchins, Kenny Olson, Robert J Ritchie, Matthew Shafer, Todd Anthony Shaw, Lawrence Smith
release date: 1998-8-18
genres: Hip Hop Rock
styles: Funk Metal/Alternative Rock/Hard Rock
length: 5:34
producer: Kid Rock
mixer: Al Sutton and Kid Rock
engineer: Al Sutton, John Travis and Kid Rock
additional producer: John Travis
assistant mixer: Aaron Lepley
writer: Kid Rock, Uncle Kracker, Kenny Olson, Jalil Hutchins, Larry Smith, Too $hort
You knew that I was coming 'cause you heard my name
But you don't know my game and never felt my pain
Can't read my brain but you read my lips
And got scared when you heard that I was coming with hits
Now don't even trip, be a man instead
Give thanks I'm alive when I should be dead
Uh, I'm in the red cause my mind's distortin'
People claimin' that they know me, but they only know a portion
I'ma move mountains and touch the sun
Don't get scared now, you knew this day would come
So hold your bids, all bets are closed
And **** all you hoes

'Cause it's been a long time comin' but I finally broke
Like an egg yolk, I ain't no joke
Like some uncut dope ************, Kid Rock's to blame
Same game, same name, ain't a damn thing changed
No sell-out, I ain't no ho, **** the radio, comin' from the R-O-M-E-O
Watch me throw like a fist of rage
Self-made and paid and sold off twelve gauges
Up that *** 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, that's when I pull the strap out
And I get to buck-buck-bucking, I'm ****-****-****ing your hoes
Cause they know who's runnin' this ****, Top-Dog I'm the CEO
Role model, your mother-****ing H-E-R-O
My motto, "be cool, keep pimpin'"
Don't sleep, we roll deep in a Lincoln
Four Vogues on a hundred spokes
We bust Biltmore Beavers in Top Dog coats
We float like butterflies, sting like queen bees
Strapped with AKs straight from the Chinese
What the ****'s goin' on in the D
Bunch of white boys pimpin' like the K-I-D
And it's all good, I got love for my honkeys
We roll thick, kick *** like donkeys
Anybody ****s with you and I'm gonna mack 'em

Devil without a cause, I'm going platinum
I'm going platinum, I'm going platinum
I'm going platinum, devil without a cause, I'm going platinum

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 seven hundred-dollar dinners
From hangin' with sinners and secondhand cheap sex
To gettin' much respect from top record execs
The cool Kid's claimin' up to call you out
So shut up now or put my balls in your mouth
Bet that ***, hoss, I ain't forgot
When I was tossed in the dime bin and left to rot
Used to call me funny when my nose was ****ing runny
Now my ****in' bunnies gettin' ****in' Matchbox 20 money
************s want to claim they're down
But when I was broke and down I never seen 'em around
All the **** we talked, all the **** we dreamed
I did it without you, I got a brand new team
No triple beams, it seems like a movie
Bought two cribs, drop-top, and jacuzzi
No more floozies, only high-class hoes
A 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 twenty-four karat
Bought a couple parots that like to squak
And they sound like you and all the **** you talk
Step inside my shoes, you couldn't fill em' doc
You're too old to kid, too soft to rock
I already did what most love to shout
Seven years on wax and I still ain't sold out
And there ain't no doubt in my mind
That I'm gonna stomp all over your test of time

I'm going platinum, I'm going platinum
Oh, I'm going platinum, we're going platinum
Devil without a cause, I'm going platinum
Devil, devil, devil, devil

Straight out of the streets of Taylor
Three-foot high, ready to get fly
Joe C

I'm the J-O-E to the C, ho
Call me Joe C, got more game than Coleco
I'm a freak, ho, call me sick
Three-foot-nine with a ten-foot ****
The ladies' pick, I'm a crazy hick
And rake through kind like a bum through wine
It's my time so I'm gonna shine like glass
Old as piss, but small as ***
Watch me cash, smoke some hash
You're raking grass while I'm raking cash
High-*** voice, like Aaron Neville
And I'm 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, I'm going platinum

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CD 1
  • 1 Bawitdaba
  • 2 Cowboy
  • 3 Devil Without a Cause
  • 4 I Am the Bullgod
  • 5 Roving Gangster (Rollin')
  • 6 Wasting Time
  • 7 Welcome 2 the Party (Ode 2 the Old School)
  • 8 I Got One for Ya'
  • 9 Somebody's Gotta Feel This
  • 10 Fist of Rage
  • 11 Only God Knows Why
  • 12 Fuck Off
  • 13 Where U at Rock
  • 14 Black Chick, White Guy / I Am the Bullgod (remix)