Devil Without a Cause Album

Artist(s): Kid Rock

Cover Art

Kid Rock Devil Without a Cause Cover Art

Tracklist

Bawitdaba

length: 4:27
producer: Kid Rock
mixer: Kid Rock and David Bottrill
engineer: John Travis, Kid Rock and Al Sutton
additional producer: John Travis
writer: Jason Krause, Kid Rock, Uncle Kracker

{Fading in}
...Bawitdaba, da bang, da dang diggy diggy
diggy, said the boogie, said up jump the boogie [Get ready.]

My name is Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiid - Kid Rock!

[Chorus]
Bawitdaba da bang da bang diggy diggy diggy
shake the boogie said up jump the boogie [Love someone!]
Bawitdaba da bang da bang diggy diggy diggy
shake the boogie said up jump the boogie [Come on!]

And this is for the questions that don't have an answer
The midnight glances
And the topless dancers
The can of freaks

Cars packed with speakers
The G's with the forty's
And the chicks with beepers
The northern lights

And the Southern Comfort
And it don't even matter if your veins are punctured
All the crackheads, the critics, the cities
And all my heroes at the methodone clinics

All you bastards at the I.R.S.
For the crooked cops and the cluttered desks
For the shots of Jack and the caps of meth
Half pints of love and a fifth of stress

All the hookers that are tricking out in Hollywood
And for my hoods of the world misunderstood
I said it's all good and it's all in fun
Now get in the pit and try to love someone!

[Chorus]

For the time bombs clicking and the heads they hang
All the gangs gettin' money and the heads they bang - bang
Wild mustangs
The porno flicks

All my homies in the county in cell block six
The grits when there ain't enough eggs to cook
And to D.B. Cooper and the money he took
You can look for answers but that ain't fun

Now get in the pit and try to love someone!

[Chorus until end]

Cowboy

length: 4:18
producer: John Travis and Kid Rock
mixer: Al Sutton and Kid Rock
engineer: Al Sutton, Kid Rock and John Travis
assistant mixer: Aaron Lepley
composer: Kid Rock
lyricist: Kid Rock
Well I'm a' packin up my game and I'm a head out west
Where real women come equipped wit' scripts and fake breasts
Find a nest in the hills chill like flynt
Buy an old drop-top find a spot to pimp

Then I'm a' Kid Rock it up and down ya' block
With a bottle of scotch and watch lots a crotch
Buy a yacht with a flag that say's "Chillin' the most"
Then rock that ***** up and down the coast

Give a toast to the sun
Drink with the stars
Get thrown in the mix
And get tossed outta bars

Sift to Tiajuana
I want to rome
Find motown telephones and come back home
Start an escort service for all the right reasons

And set up shop at the top of four seasons
Kid Rock and I'm the Real Mccoy
And I'm headed out west sucker 'cause I want to be a

[Chorus]
Cowboy!!Baby!
With the top let down and the sunshine shinin'
West Coast Chillin' while the boone's whinen
I want to be a Cowboy!Baby!
Ride At night cause I sleep all day!
Cowboy!Baby/I can smell a pig from a mile away

[Kid Rock]
I bet you'll hear my whistle blowin when my train rolls in
It goes"hooy-hooy-hooy" Like dust in the wind
Stoned pimp, stoned brew, stoned out of my mind
I once was lost but now I'm just blind

Palm trees and weed
Scabbed knees and rice
Get a map to the stars
Find heidi flice

And if the price is right
Then I'm gonna make my bid
And let Californi-A
Know why they call me

[Chorus]

[Kid Rock]
Yeah!
Kid Rock You can call me Tex
Rollin' sunset women with a bootle of becks
See a slimy in a vette Roll down my glass

And said "Yeah this **** fits right in yo ***"
No kiddin', gun slingin', spurs hittin' the floor
Call me hoss,I'm the boss,with the sauce,and the horse
No remorse for the sheriff and his eye ain't right

I'm a paint his town red Then I'm a' paint his wife white
'Cause chaos Rock like Amedeus
Got west coast ***** for my Detroit playas
Mack like mayors ball like lakers

They told us to leave but bet they couldn't make us
Why they want to pick on me
Lock me up and throw away my key
I ain't no cheat I'm just a regular failure

I'm not straight out a' compton I'm straight out the trailer
Cuss like a sailor Drink like a mick
My only words of wisdom are just suck my ****
I'm takin' my pick

Up and down that and keep on truckin'
'Til I fall in the ocean

[Chorus]

Devil Without a Cause

length: 5:33
producer: Kid Rock
mixer: Al Sutton and Kid Rock
engineer: Al Sutton, Kid Rock and John Travis
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
I'm in the red 'cause my mind's distortin'
People claimin' that they know me, but they only know a portion

I'm gonna 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 hoe, **** the radio...comin' from the are-O-M-E-O
Watch me throw like a fist of rage
Self-made and paid and sawed off 12 gauges
Up that *** for the 9-8

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 a strap out

And I get to buck-buck-bucking...a ****-****-****ing your hoes
'Cause they know who's runnin' this ****, Top Dog...I'm the see-E-O
Role model, your mother-****ing H-E-are-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 and Top Dog Coats
We flow like butterflies, sting like queen bees

Strapped with A-K's 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
We're going platinum
Devil without a cause...I'm going platinum

Yeah we come to party, so get down everybody
Yeah we come to party
I went from St. Claire shores and drink specials at Winners
To New York City and $700 dinners

From hangin' with sinners and second hand 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 bomb and left to rot
Used to call me dummy 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 them around
All the **** we talked, all the **** we dreamed
I did it without you...got a brand new team

No triple beams...it seems like a movie
Bought two cribs, droptop, and jacuzzi
No more fluzzies...only high class hoes
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 24 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
Already did what most love shout
7 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 you test of time

I'm go platinum
I'm go platinum
I'm go platinum
We're going platinum
Devil without a cause...I'm going platinum

Straight out of the streets of Taylor
3 foot high...ready to get fly...Joe see
I'm the J-O-E to the see hoe
Call me Joe C...got more game than Coleco

I'm a freak hoe...call me sick
Three foot nine with a ten foot ****
The ladies pick, I'm a crazy hick
And run through town like I'm goin' through wine

It's my time so I'm gonna shine like lead
Old as piss, but small as ***
Watch me cash...smoke some hash
You're raking grass while I'm raking cash

Highest voice like Aaron Nevelle
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

I Am the Bullgod

length: 4:51
producer: Kid Rock
mixer: Al Sutton and Kid Rock
engineer: Kid Rock, John Travis and Al Sutton
assistant mixer: Aaron Lepley
composer: Kid Rock
lyricist: Kid Rock
[Chorus]
I am the Bullgod
I am free and I feed
On all that is forsaken

(I'm gonna get you)
(I see through you)
(I'm gonna get youuu)

I'm like a train I roll hard lettin' off much steam
In the cut-off flanel and the dusty jeans, baby
I never was cool with James Dean, but I be hangin' tough
With my man Jim Beam

I swing low like a chimp, back in '86
Then I was seein' a shrink
But now I'm humble and I can only think
About New Orleans and those jumbo shrimp

So ask no questions and I tell no lies
I got big old pupils and bloodshot eyes
I'm on the brink, if you know what I mean
And the twelve step program couldn't keep me clean

'Cause I'm the Bullgod, you understand?
The illegitimate son of man
The T-O-P to the D-O-G, or the P-O-T to the G-O-D
And I'm trippin'

Unh, huh, huh, said I'm trippin'

[Chorus]

A lot of people poke fun and that's alright
But when I start pokin' back they get all uptight, uh
You can't cap with the master son
So sit your *** down 'fore I blast you one

'Cause I'm so greasy you can call me mud
And I feel a little hate running through my blood
I want to flood the world with my twisted thoughts
You can bid all day, but I can't be bought

Uh, break it up, let's tie one on
I gotta get set to go and cut the lawn
So I grab my Walkman but before I cut
I go behind the garage and fire it up

'Cause I'm the Bullgod, you understand?
The illegitimate son of man
The T-O-P to the D-O-G, or the P-O-T to the G-O-D
And I'm trippin'

Huh, huh, said I'm trippin' (Didn't you know?)

[Chorus]

(Forsaken)

Psh...You ain't nothin'...Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

(Come on get 'em up)
(Come on get 'em up)
(Come on get 'em up)

[Chorus: x 2]

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
(Yeah)

I get a feeling of peace
From a low so high
As I sit in my chair and watch life go by
These thoughts I have, I can't mold the sense

Through the forest of my mind, they're all past tense
Born and raised in the outer lands
And at times you could say I'm out of hand
I'm in a band of gypsies, we're on the run

Every time that paper hits my tongue
And sometimes it seems so odd
When my veins are poppin' and I'm on the nod
I am the Bullgod, you understand?
And here in my hand is my master plan

I'm gonna get you
I see through you
I'm gonna get you
I see through you!

Roving Gangster (Rollin’)

length: 4:25
producer: Kid Rock
mixer: Al Sutton and Kid Rock
engineer: Kid Rock, John Travis and Al Sutton
turntable: DJ Swamp
assistant mixer: Aaron Lepley
writer: Kid Rock, Uncle Kracker, Andrew Nehra, Prince Markie Dee, Darren Robinson, Damon Wimbley
Everything's tight from my loot to my friends
I ain't got time to tighten up loose ends HUH
I've been that route too many times
If I ain't stabbed in the back I ain't fightin' no crime

I wish for that which my heart holds near
But ain't nobody playin' what I'm tryin' to hear
I've been sayin' for years that the fakes wouldn't last
You were jockin' that bullshit, now you look like an ***

Get gassed in your garage of sickness
As I bring a little swing into your world of stiffness
'Cause I've got plenty of rhymes to spill
Ain't got nothin' more than time to kill

Form like a blister, drink like a failure
Rip like a twister right through a trailer
Park after dark is when you'll see me comin'
My gun's gunnin' and the 808's hummin'

Raw Raw Rip Rock Rude
Sample anything I like and never get sued
At 18 I had a hardcore attitude
When I turned 19 I was touring with Ice Cube

It's true I broke the old school
Where the rules don't bend and the beats don't end
No place to be I gotta let these knuckles know who the **** I be
I'm still the (I'm still body rockin' DP MC)

So clap your hands to what he's doing
I'm a razor blade slittin' through a wrist of hate
I'm a contradiction I'm a twist of fate

See me rollin'
You got me rollin'
I'm rollin'
Searchin' underneath the sun

I'm dead as ****, but I ain't been killed
See I'm a Mack, I'm a truck, but I'm Peter built
I am the Trucker and my ego's large
I'm the K to the I call me sarge

Roll number seven raise south of heaven
See my crew comin' hear them Harley's revin'
I'm steppin' to your crew with a glick of hits
Got 3 LP's but I ain't got no hits

And I'm a grateful, hateful, little son of a G
I'm a deadhead runnin' from the D-P-D
Got soul so plagued with the rhythms cancer
Grab a bowl and you'll be swingin' like a topless dancer

Biltmore Beavers and a Top Dog Coat
Top car 4 Vogues on a hundred spokes
Got a roundtrip ticket to the promised land
If it ain't all that i'll be back my man

Rolllin'
You got me rollin'
I'm rollin'
Searching undearneath the sun

Rolllin'
You got me ro-o-o-llin'
I'm rollin'
Searching undearneath the sun

Days roll by they roll too fast
I said days roll by I watch them pass

Yeah you want to roll with Rock
And party with crews that just don't stop uh huh

Rolllin'
You got me rollin'
I'm rollin'

Searching undearneath the sun
Searching undearneath the sun
Searching undearneath the sun

Wasting Time

length: 4:03
producer: Kid Rock
mixer: Kid Rock and Al Sutton
engineer: Al Sutton, John Travis and Kid Rock
assistant mixer: Aaron Lepley
writer: Kid Rock, Lindsey Buckingham, Uncle Kracker
I'ma pimp
You can check my stats
And rollin' a Fleetwood - that's how I mack
I rock all the tracks

So the world knows
I love all the girls
Smack all the hoes
Show love to those who come real with it

Life's a ***** but I deal with it
I'm in it to win it like Yzerman
Could drink about 15 Heinikeins
I'm not born again

But if I was I'd ask to come back with a little more love
Well I'm puffin' a Winston
Drinkin' a four-o
Kid rock, and I'ma let you know

[Chorus:]
I've been sitting here just wasting time
Drinking smoking thinking trying to free my mind

Its been a couple of months in this smokey room
Eaten shrooms drinking Boones writing tunes
And hoping to get one of these mother ****in' songs to hit

A little bit of love that's all I need
A little inspiration and a bag of weed
A seed to plant so my tree can grow
You know I left my girl cause I need that hooooold up

Wait a minute I'm about to flow
Like a breeze through the trees you can watch me blow
Puffing a Winston drinking a four-o
Kid Rock and I'm gonna let you know

[Chorus]

I ain't no rough guy
Ain't no tough guy
Don't get out much and don't dress up fly
Born in the game that's all I am

Giving all my duckets to Uncle Sam
**** it
I'm free to do what I please little lady
I was born at night but not last night baby

I've been around - seen some things
I slept in dumpsters - got high with kings
I don't bring much - ain't gotta lot to say
But I got more time than Morris day

Puffing a Winston drinking a four-o
Kid Rock and I'm a let you know

[Chorus]

Welcome 2 the Party (Ode 2 the Old School)

length: 5:15
producer: Kid Rock
mixer: Al Sutton and Kid Rock
engineer: Kid Rock, John Travis and Al Sutton
assistant mixer: Aaron Lepley
writer: Kid Rock, Uncle Kracker, Brian Holland, Lamont Dozier, Eddie Holland
It ain't nothing but a party here
From the early evening til the break of day
So step this way and let your mind be free
And by the way "welcome to the party"

Well my name's Kid Rock I'm a Capricorn
Detroit's city where I was born
When I was young I knew I'd always be
A super live body rockin' MC

I'm T-N-T I'm dynamite
And I'm gonna rock this party all damn night
I've got the gift of gab I can walk the walk
I became an emcee when I learned to talk

Sayin' goo-goo ga-ga
I gotta lotta time to eat MC's like piranhas
I'm a pro at this, yeah the ultimate
'Cause I don't spit, my rap too quick

I'm the ladies pick all around the world
But I only got eyes for just one girl
I don't roll twirl like a ballerina
I roll through towns and I rock arenas

I may seem a little under age
But at least I am not under paid
I'm one of kind here to shock your mind
And I will serve no rhymes before their time

The K-K-Kid Rock, that is my name
And if you ask me again, I'll tell you the same
Who's to blame I don't really know
But my game's so tight I think I'm gonna go pro

So here we go here here we go
I'm gonna rock it up high, then rock it down low
From the floor to the ceiling to the living room
'Cause people like to hear my bass go boom boom boom ba boom

The one two three the three two one
Don't stop me know I've just begun
Don't cut me down don't start no fight
Or I'll put my foot in your *** tonight

I'm outta sight, like the planet Mars
And when I set my sights I shoot for stars
I don't like small cars or real big women
But somehow I always find myself in 'em

I'm a hidden gem, a rollin' stone
I'm a one man band with a microphone
Here to make you shake and move your body
So come on in and welcome to the party

[Chorus]
It ain't nothing but a party hey
From the early evening to the break of day
So step this way and let your mind be free
And by the way welcome to the party

Uh uh excuse me Mr. Kid Rock can I do my thing Can I have a
little something to say right here
"Oh yeah go ahead baby"

I'm a real live show and you can watch me throw
I'm the M to the L and I'll let ya know
Alize is too sweet and it'll make ya fat
I've got a pound of dank and a gallon of Kognack

I'm all of that and a bag of chips
I'm the whole damn party mix
I'm the chick that doesn't seem all too classy
You can't party with me but you can kiss my

[Chorus]

Hey Grandmaster 5 that old school ****'s fresh
But uh let's rock some of that ****in' 1998 Kid Rock **** bro

I'm an Irish lad, but don't call me Clancy
I'm gonna rock it for Dixie to suit your fancy
Rock your pants off and party my **** off
People want to know when's the tour gonna kick off

I'm no rip-off , it?s all original
Not too political a little cynical
About the fakes and squakers that talk a lot of Ku-ca
I know a lot of chicks that like to call me poppa

Don't start drama mack in the Bahamas
Rock on the dance floor to din dada
'Cause I'm a player that you love to hate
Got your girl suckin' **** on video tape

I like ***** suckin' on *******
****ed a lot of different *****es from a bunch of different cities
Kid Rock and I'm the same old fool
I'll tell ya to drop your boyfriend then drop outta high school

I got a whirlpool don't even ask
Lickin' ***** underwater shootin' bubbles up your ***
I'm so crass that I'm the last of my kind
Me, Slick Willie in the DC Shrine

Sometimes I rhyme just for kicks
Forget the bullshit and bust like this
I don't steal from the rich and give to the poor
I take from my *****es from give it to my whores

What up I'm saying everybody
You get ****ed up and I'll rock the party

[Repeat x 8]
Rock the party

I Got One for Ya’

length: 3:44
producer: Kid Rock and John Travis
mixer: Kid Rock and Al Sutton
engineer: Al Sutton, John Travis and Kid Rock
assistant mixer: Aaron Lepley
writer: Kid Rock, Uncle Kracker, Kenny Olson, John Travis, Jerry Williams
Lit up like the 4th I'm a happy drunk come to papa big momma 'cause your
Daddy's drunk I want to pump pump pump it up like the Goodyear blimp make
You high for a dollar that's the way I pimp gold links and minks and shrimp
Dinners on the bayou them is all of the things that ain't gonna by you it's
Like one of them freak things hit it every kinda week things I got no love
I got no riches I don't roll vogues and I ain't got switches, I got no game,
I can't reward you, but if you want a long one

I got one for ya'
This is your shot
Uh-huh, check it

People always talkin' what they gonna do, they must want their face to maybe
Taste my shoe, I can't understand all the push and shove, and what the ****
Happened to the peace and love?, who planted that glove? Man I don't care I'm
Too busy running fingers through your momma's hair, I got no time for the
Fakes and the phonies, the crooks and the cops and the cronies, am I the only
One on my side? Test my pride and I bet you'd run and hide, you think I'm
Weak so your looking for the kill, but there's 16 shots in my 9 mil and

I got one for ya'
This is your shot
Jimmy a jimmy jimmy jimmy, I like that
Yeah, lay it down brother, oh well

Record companies stressin' that they all want hits, and yeah I'm body body,
So I make 'em like this, they say "hey there boy all we need is one song."
"Shorten up that hook, we don't need it that long." Don't want to hear me cuss
Don't want to hear me brag, so I'm grabbing on my thingy while I let my pants
Sag. Now a bit what I'm writin' what I'm doin', they say they like my records
But they still boo-hooin', my joint's always tight, my rhymes will floor ya',
Hey fly you want money?

I got one for ya' bite that ***
I got one for ya' here it is
This is your shot-uh-huh
We got one for ya, baby, me and Kid Rock

I got one for ya', baby
Gonna rock and gonna roll and gonna rock and roll
I like that

Somebody’s Gotta Feel This

length: 3:09
producer: John Travis and Kid Rock
mixer: Al Sutton and Kid Rock
engineer: Al Sutton, Kid Rock and John Travis
assistant mixer: Aaron Lepley
writer: Kid Rock, Uncle Kracker, Kenny Olson, John Travis
I used to party with the Betties on the lower east side
Never drop top forty cause I always rock be -sides
G-rides with a hundred spokes to match
We roll two deep...three freaks...four amps in the back

I kicked that crack game rap game now I let my axe bang
Livin' in sin and it's a beautiful thing
I want to twang like Hang...rock like roll
Got soul like Stevie when I'm under the sun and so

Somebody's gotta feel this
Someone's got to feel this
Somebody's gotta feel this
Someone's got to feel this
Somebody's gotta feel this
Someone's got to feel this

I never had a lot of money never made much sense
Been chasin' bunnies like a dummy overlookin' my rent
He spent every rent cent puttin' hickeys on his bed
He's rockin' dickie's slippin lickin? honey?s steady
Lookin' for love I put my talent on hold
Told my soul to glow it said get up and go
And so I packed my bags with a whole lot of realness

(Somebody's gotta feel this)
Someone's got to feel this
(Somebody's gotta feel this)
Someone's got to feel this
(Somebody's gotta feel this)
Someone's got to feel this

I see these people makin' money and it's funny to me
Tryin' to act that fresh I wish they'd bump into me
'Cause it ain't nothing to me want to eat a little more
Taste a little bit pride from every drink that I pour
I've been a whore for years showing love to my peers

Never sold for any less than what I see in the mirror
Steer wide to avoid the blows I've been dealt
Let the six strings ride when the twelves are felt
So when you see me tuggin' on the end of my roap
You better raise up or duck when I reach in my coat because

(Somebody's gotta feel this)
(Somebody's gotta feel this)
Someone's got to feel this
Someone's got to feel this
(Some-some-some body's gotta feel this)
Someone's got to feel this
(Somebody's gotta feel this)
Someone's got to feel this

Feel this

Fist of Rage

length: 3:24
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: John Travis, Uncle Kracker, Kid Rock
Gotta make this money
Gotta make this money
This money is me
This money is everything I do and see

Who are you to judge me
Just let me be - and let me breathe
I see this whole world headed for damnation
And I'm ready to leave

I can't believe this whole world twisted me
You ****in' biggets, you fakes, you want to-be's
I see the future and its lookin' grim
A lake of fire lookin' like a gonks whip

[Chorus]
I'm a fist of rage (one foot in the grave)
I'm a fist of rage (far from saved)
I'm a fist of rage (in a broken state)
(I'm a razor blade slippin' through a bale of hay)
I'm a fist of rage! [Repeat: x 4]
Crack another bottle and let me knock one back

Huh-huh, Slim Jim's
And the tin men grins
Fat heads with dreads
And all the feds growing shark fins

Huh-huh, my girls knocked up
We're in love but she's young and I think I'm being locked up
I couldn't cut the mustard with a Ginsu
And a twist of brown for all the bullshit I been through

I'm looking for love but it's got too many dam faces
I can't win even with these four aces
My place is here with the mix and the tricks and sickos
I spend g's but only make nickels

My soul tickles
But this ain't even fun and games
My heart bleeds from the pleasures of the pain
My fuse is short and its lit like me I'm short

It's sketchy
It's getting hard to see
My heart bleeds believe it every dying breath
These people take and they take
Until there's nothing left

[Chorus]

Ya feeling bold with me
Your up a creek
And you don't know it
Finger on the trigger but your punk *** is scared to pull it
And I know it

'Cause the fear you hide your eyes show it
Payback on your *** cause I know I owe it
Now when your goin' down bet I'll be blowing up
Hear the sound of a shotgun **** and know you're ****ed

I hope you see my middle finger from the stage
(Coming - Come and feel me) [Repeat: x 4]

[Chorus]

Only God Knows Why

length: 5:28
producer: John Travis and Kid Rock
mixer: Al Sutton and Kid Rock
engineer: Al Sutton, Kid Rock and John Travis
assistant mixer: Aaron Lepley
writer: John Travis, Kenny Olson, Kid Rock, Uncle Kracker
I've been sittin' here trying to find myself
I get behind myself I need to rewind myself
Looking for the payback listening for the playback
They say that every man bleeds just like me

And I feel like number one yet I'm last in line
I watch my younger son and it helps to pass the time
I take too many pills that helps to ease the pain
I made a couple of dollare bills still I feel the same

Everybody knows my name they say it way out loud
A lot of folks **** with me it's hard to hang out in a croud
I guess that's the price you pay to be some big shot like I am
Out strecthed hands and one night stands

Still I can't find love and when the walls are tumbling down
I will always be around
Yeah...

And when the walls are tumbling down I will always be around
People don't know about the things I say and do
They don't understand about the **** I've been through
It's been so long since I've been home

I've been gone, I've been gone way too long
Maybe I've forgotten all the things I miss
Oh, somehow I know there is more to life than this
I've said it too many times and I still stand firm

You get what you put in and people get what the deserve
Still I ain't seen mine, no I ain't seen mine
I've been given but just ain't gettin' I've been walkin that thin line
So I think I'll keep a walking with my head held high

I'll keep moving on and only God knows why
Only God, Only God, Only God knows why
Only God knows why,why,why,why
Only God knows why

Take it to the river, hey
Take it to the river, hey

Fuck Off

length: 6:14
producer: Kid Rock
performer: Kid Rock
mixer: Al Sutton and Kid Rock
engineer: Kid Rock, Al Sutton and John Travis
assistant mixer: Aaron Lepley
guest spoken vocals: Eminem
writer: Kid Rock, Uncle Kracker, Jason Krause, Eminem
A shimmy shimmy no **********ing pop hit
It's the K-K-Kid Rock with the K-K-Kid Rock ****
I'm on top ***** and rock for tricks
Hella whips and nips and flip trips for whips

I get all the money ***** falls like rain
Been gettin' laid and paid that's why I never complain
If I ain't in it for the money I'm in it for the P (or is it D)
It's 1998 yo and you still can't **** with me

You don't be ****in' with the blue eye
****in' with my 2-5 up your ****in' *** like my shoe size
I got a new vibe, kinda like Voodoo
You do what we say and we'll do what we want to

We're ****in' up your city and we're ****in' up your progam
****in' all your *****es we can ****in' give a goddamn
Twisted Brown gets down with no assistance
We won't quit until we're banned from existence

Persistence pays if that holds true
Then I'm gonna buy this ****in' planet before the time I'm through
I was praised and raised on the thoughts of no takings
So let me get what I got comin' and the rest I'm fakin'

I'm shakin' like Jerry Lee Lewis and ****
You act like the ************'s new at this ****
But I've been true to this **** given' my heart and soul
Been shinin' like a diamond but gettin' passed as coal

So **** Off
Yeah

With my pants half hangin' off my *** and ****
Bowl filled hash pockets stuffed with cash
I be the mushroom trippin' sippin' shots of Jack
'Cause the kids don't listen gettin' lots of flack

I be the do wa diddy up and down you block and
The 10 karat Kid with my triggers cockin'
The K the I the D are-O-see K ************ and you still don't know me
So blow me ***** I don't rock for ????

I rock for the cash and the topless dancers
Don't have no answers so pass the joint
I'm just paid in full and made in Detroit
I ride like Setta in the Indy 5

And get live with that which get's me high
Strive for perfection this much is true
We do what we say you say what we do
Kid Rock I couldn't be no Bozo
And I get to much [unknown]

[unknown] to Arizona
I'm an easy rider dreamin' of Wynonna
I roam the country like a Greyhound bus
Put faith in lust and in God I trust

I'm not Peter Pan I don't **** with fairies
But I bust more rhymes than virgin cherries
And Harry Carey couldn't call my game
****ed so many hoes I'm in the hall of fame

And I show no shame from coast to coast
I don't mean to brag, but I like to boast
**** Off
Yeah right in your mother ****in' *** *****

With that Detroit city **** ain't ???? we're on the same script
Nothing new since 76 Kid Rock
Yo Slim Shady come break these mother ****ers off

[Eminem]
Yo tell the world to hold their breath they're breathing the wrong air
This planet belongs to me and this hippy with long hair
Two white boys who spike punch and like noise
Hang around drugs loud music and like noise

Slim Shady and Brown Trucker another bunch of mother ****ers
Who hate the world just as much as each other
And I ain't leaving this party tonight
'Til I see some naked *****es dancin' around drunk touchin' each other

Rum and Pepsi got your perception of me sketchy
'Cause when I stage dive people are scared to catch me
'Cause all I do is curse and ****
So when I do 'shrooms you all better give me two rooms

'Cause I'm ****in' the first one up
So when you see me on your block you better lock your cars
'Cause you know I'm losin' it when I'm rappin' to rock guitars
This is for children who break rules

People that straight fool
And ever single teenager that hates school

**** Off

Where U at Rock

length: 4:25
producer: Kid Rock
mixer: Kid Rock and Al Sutton
engineer: Al Sutton, John Travis and Kid Rock
assistant mixer: Aaron Lepley
composer: Kid Rock
lyricist: Kid Rock
I grew up a herding cattle, I got more rhymes than Harold one in Seattle. You
Want to battle with the Rock quick front, I'll spit on your *** and tell you
That you ain't nothin'. Grab your honey and your beer and I'll break south,
Take all of your money and tell you get the hell out. I'll put your head out
This is my night how you gonna snap with Rock when I got the mic?

I shot the sheriff and the deputy too, paid off the feds, now it's all ?bout
My crew, whatcha hoes want to do? One at a time or all at once I'll still roll
Through your whole crew. Like a southbound trucker, hauls ************s,
************s takes the law,and when you step with your anger, I'm like the
Robot from Lost In Space: "Danger"

I'll give you a warning but if you don't take it I'll put my arm around your
Neck like we're cool then I'll break it. It's all real cop a feel here's the
Deal when I say clap your hands like a seal. Or better yet give respect where
It's earned, you'll eat me up and I'm like a hot pepper and you might get
Burned, you took a turn for the worse, walked up in my face, rolled away in a
Hearse. Now how you gonna front all night?, Kid Rock's in the house that's
Where I'm at...

Where you at Rock? Where you At? Over here, to the rear with your girl and the
40s of beer

Where you At Rock? Where you At? Over there with the bad attitude ?cuz I just
Don't care

Where you At Rock? Where you At? Uh

Where you At Rock? Where you At? 1,2 and you don't stop, 3,4 and you don't quit,
1,2 and you don't stop

From the depths of hell to God's right hand side I'm what's left of the
Getting paid self-made pride. I step in stride, I'm raw as cowhide, my first
LP is still selling that ain't no jive, am I the chosen one? Some people
Ain't getting where I'm comin' from, or where I'm going to stand back, Kid
Rock's in the house that's where I'm at?

Where you At Rock? Where you At? Over here, to the rear with your girl and the
40s of beer

Where you At Rock? Where you At? Over there with the bad attitude ?cuz I just
Don't care

Where you At Rock? Where you At? Uh, uh

Where you At Rock? Where you At? Rock the house y'all

Come on

And I be the long-haired wizard with the lazy-eye, as all the ladies will
Tell you that I'm crazy fly, I'll step to the mic like a solider bro, I hate
To sound like a **** but I told you so, ho, old crow and a soul full of
Desperation, I'm rockin' on the mic with no consideration for your church or
Your family, [unknown] couldn't stand me, so she banned me. I'm like a dandy-lion

Jack, you can cut me down and then I'll pop right back, like a tack from the
Back like a great white, I'm not down with the scappin' but I'm down for the
Gunfight, behind my back talking ****, but when I front your *** you want to
Act like a little *****, keep on and get your *** smacked, Kid Rock's in the
House that's where I'm at?

Where you At Rock? Where you At? Over here, to the rear with your girl and the
40s of beer

Where you At Rock? Where you At? Over there with the bad attitude ?cuz I just
Don't care

Where you At Rock? Where you At? Over here, over here, uh, over here, uh, over
Here!

Where you At Rock? Where you At? Over there with the bad attitude ?cuz I just
Don't care

Where you At Rock? Where you At? Uh Uh Uh Uh Uh Uh Uh Uh

Over here, over here, uh, over here, uh, over here!

Over there with the bad attitude 'Cause I just don't care

Where you At Rock? Where you At?

Black Chick, White Guy / I Am the Bullgod (remix)

length: 12:02
producer: Kid Rock
mixer: Kid Rock and Al Sutton
engineer: Al Sutton, John Travis and Kid Rock
assistant mixer: Aaron Lepley
composer: Kid Rock, Kid Rock
lyricist: Kid Rock, Kid Rock
Black chick white guy
Does it mean s___ maybe
I don't know but yo it never phased me
But either way heres one tale
Of two like that and what prevailed
It started way back in the 8th grade
In the small old town where the two both stayed
He came from a family of middle class
Where everything he did he always had to ask
She came from a place that was so alone
You know the same old tail of a broken home
Her momma was an alkie (sp?) and more like a friend
Had three different kids from three different men
And that's just the way s___ was
Couldn't change it couldn?t rearrange it so there it was
Anyway the two kept on
With the phone calls notes and so on and so on
And after the bullshit and whatten

That day came the two started f___in'
All the time you know kids habit's
Every single day f___in' like rabbits
Sneakin out the car when he was 15
Climbin' in the window and f___in' all night see
f___in' after lunch in the junior high bathrooms
Drinking champagne and trippin' on mushrooms
His d___ was metal her p____ was a magnet
9th grade came ?I'm pregnant?
s___ got frantic and man oh Lord it was a tuff decision
But they decided to abort it
It might have been right it might have been wrong
But one thing's for sure it really f___ed his head up
Where is it who is it how is it was it right
These are the things he thought in bed at night
A lot of people might laugh at this
But f___ 'em they don't know the half of it

Ain't no sunshine when you're low
I'm low
People tell me life's a game I'm not playin'
b____es don't mean s___ to me anymore
I have taken my blows I'm still standin'

Now as time went on the the two kept on
They kept seeing each other off and on
See she moved to the city and you know what happened
Black chick with a real whiteaccent
Pretty girl in the ghetto go figure
Yeah she got macked by some dope dealin' n_____
Still seein' that other kid on the side
She kept most of her thoughts inside
See all the first guy did was just love her
While that punk mother f___er used to beat her and punch her
She was livin' all wild
I think all she ever wanted was the love of her own child
She asked the first guy to have his baby
He looked at her like she must be crazy
He was makin' records and goin' on tour
20,000 people hip hoppin on the floor
And all that while she sat at home and got macked
If she stepped out of line she got slapped
And then one day she prayed to the Lord to take that guy away
And he did he got caught with a loaded gun
And went to jail but first she had his son
Ooohh and now what to do
She had no man no money and no clue
Now the other guy came back from tourin'
And she called him up early one mornin'
They hooked up her mind was blown
As he began to raise her son as his own
And that's a lot of s___ to deal with man
And if you ain't been there you wouldn't understand
And people still laugh at this s___
f___ 'em they don't know the half of it

Ain't no sunshine when you're low
I'm low
People tell me life's a game I'm not playin'
b____es don't mean s___ to me anymore
I have taken my blows I'm still standin'

Now for the next year there was some good times
A few bad times mostly good times
See he was a ramblin' man to the bone
He liked women and wine and he loved to roam
Not like she was any kind of Saint

See in this story there's a lot of red paint
But time kept slippin' and made her crazy
And she talked about havin' another baby
The guy was like ooh Lord
We got one now that we can't afford
But she convinced she could handle two
Said I want your child or I'm you
I can't figure out why then he didn't run
I guess he was attached to her and her son
All confused about what to do
That girl met another guy and was f___in' him too
s___
Could barely pay her rent
And then the same old s___ ?I'm pregrant?
And if that ain't some s___ cuz
The girl didn't even know who the father was
And still by her side the first guy stayed
Head gettin' more f___ed by the day
He stuck it out for nine months I don't know why
And then a little girl on the Fourth of July
Was born in the front seat of his car
It was amazing
Kinda like a shooting star
He was happy told his family and friends
Only to realize later his little girl wasn't his
And that crushed him quick
Suicidal thoughts were in his head real thick
But before he found all that out
From the same chick another kid popped out
And that s___'s real ill
Girl told him that she was takin' the f___in' pill
She must have known all along
The little girl wasn't his and she was tryin' to latch on
Three different kids from three different men
History repeats itself again
And after some more s___ got stirred
He kicked that b____ to the curb
And now from her he's got a little boy that makes him laugh a bit
And he loves him
But still you don?t know the f___in' half of it

Ain't no sunshine when you're low
I'm low
People tell me life's a game I'm not playin'
b____es don?t mean s___ to me anymore
I have taken my blows I'm still standin'
I'm still standin'
I'm still standin'
I'm still standin'