Fuck Off Lyrics
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A shimmy shimmy go go motherf**kin' pop
It's the K-K-Kid Rock with the K-K-Kid Rock shit
I'm on top bitch and rock for tricks
Hella whips and nips and flip trips for whips
I get all the money, pus*y 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
It's 1998 yo and you still can't f**k with me
You don't be f**kin' with the blue eye
f**kin' with my 2-5 up your f**kin' a*s like my shoe size
I got a new vibe, kinda like voodoo
You do what we say and we'll do what we wanna do
We're f**kin' up your city and we're f**kin' up your program
f**kin' all your bitches, we can f**kin' give a goddamn
Twisted Brown gets down with no a*sistance
We won't quit until we're banned from existence
Persistence pays if that holds true
Then I'm gonna buy this f**kin' planet before the time I'm through
I was praised and raised on the thoughts of no fakin'
So I'm gonna get what I got coming and the rest I'm takin'
I'm shakin' like Jerry Lee Lewis and shit
You act like a motherf**ker's brand new at this shit
But I've been true to this shit givin' my heart and soul
Been shinin' like a diamond but gettin' pa*sed as coal
So f**k off
Shit
With my pants half hangin' off my a*s and shit
Bowl filled with 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 R O C K, motherf**ker
And you still don't know me
So blow me bitch, I don't rock for cancer
I rock for the cash and the topless dancers
Don't have no answers so pa*s the joint
I'm just paid in full and made in Detroit
I ride like Senna in the Indy 5
And get live with that which gets 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 P to ever be no homo
Rock from Soho to Arizona
I'm an easy rider dreamin' of Wynonna
I roam the country like a Greyhound bus
Put faith in lust, it ain't God I trust
I'm not Peter Pan, I don't f**k with fairies
But I bust more rhymes than virgin cherries
And Harry Carey couldn't call my game
f**ked 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
f**k off
Yeah, right in your motherf**kin' a*s bitch
With that Detroit city shit ain't shit switched we're on the same script
Nothing new since '76, Kid Rock
Yo Slim Shady, come break these motherf**kers off
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 light joints
Hang around drugs, loud music and like noise
Slim Shady and Brown Trucker, another bunch of mother f**kers
Who hate the world as much as each other
And I ain't leaving this party tonight
Till I see some naked bitches 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 f**k
So when I do 'shrooms you all better give me two rooms
'Cause I'm f**kin' 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
f**k off