Devil Without A Cause Lyrics

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 a 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 f**k 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 motherf**ker, Kid Rock's to blame
Same game, same name, ain't a damn thing changed

No sell-out, I ain't no hoe
f**k the radio comin' from the R O M E O
Watch me throw like a fist of rage
Self made and paid and sawed off twelve gauges

Up that a*s 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 a strap out

And I get to buck, buck, bucking a f**k, f**k, f**king your hoes
'Cause they know who's runnin' this shit, top dog, I'm the C E O
Role model, your motherf**king 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 and Top Dog Coats
We float like butterflies, sting like queen bees

Strapped with A-K's straight from the Chinese
What the f**k'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 a*s like donkeys
Anybody f**k'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
Uh, devil, devil

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 700 dollar dinners
From hangin' with sinners and second hand cheap s*x
To gettin' much respect from top record exec's

The cool Kid's comin' up to call you out
So shut up now or put my balls in your mouth
Bet that a*s hoss I ain't forgot
When I was tossed in the dime, baby left to rot

Used to call me dummy when my nose was f**king runny
Now my f**kin' bunnies gettin' f**kin' Matchbox 20 money
Motherf**kers want to claim their down
But when I was broke and down I never seen them around

All the shit we talked, all the shit 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 cla*s 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 parrots that like to squawk
And they sound like you and all the shit 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
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 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
Uh, devil, come on devil, uh, uh 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, 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 d**k
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 lead
Old as piss, but small as a*s
Watch me pa*s smoke some hash
You're raking gra*s while I'm raking cash

High-a*s 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
Uh, uh, come on, uh, uh, uh, uh

Kid Rock - Devil Without A Cause

Aug 1998

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. F-ck Off
13. Where U At Rock
14. Black Chick, White Guy