That's right, mother***ers. I'm back.So let it rain, and let the guitar rockAnd if you hear me y'all, just drop that topCome on, y'allHey, hey, heyWell, well, well, wellHey, hey, heyWell, well, well, well, wellCome onAnd I be catchin' them for the pikeLike on a ten-pound testSuccess never fastTake a guessI be the only mortar stonePimp, straight limpin'Booms from drinkin'At the party, big booty pinchin'Chillin' like a villainBalloon fillin'Whack MC killin'The fine ho trillin'With a million dollar talonAnd a ten-cent breakBeen gone too long, too much cocaineBut now that I'm back on the blockI'm ready to rock left to right all nightMy game's tight, I wish you might take a biteOut of this here toxic, melodicNeurotic, frothic, fresh from the harvestWho be the largest, hardest, smartestLabel in town, top dog, get downUh, this radio won't play meBut still I got the kids around the worldThrowin' Kid Rock crazyAnd wicked witches be flyin' on broomsticksKid Rock be comin' with the boom, boom, boomBitch, I'm from the sticks, bitchStraight from the R-OKid Rock, I ain't no bitchYes, you are, hoSo quit frontin' like y'all don't knowWhen I step straight into the partyWith my homeboy DinoGet a good look, broGet a good ganderI'm made in Detroit, but my name ain't StanzlerSpreadin' like a cancer, a virusNow you lookin' really gayLike ***in' Billy Ray Cyrus, huhI'm the highest MC of all timeGot my mind on the D and the D on my mindAnd the line gets drawn when my eyes can't seeHit me twice with a dozen and a morphineIV, IV, what they call an OG, bitchI'm the mother***in' early mornin' stoneNow throw your hands in the air and let's rock, yoJust throw your hands up high, hip-hop, yoJust throw your hands in the air and let's rock, yoBecause the Detroit party don't stop, yoJust throw your hands up high, let's rock, yoJust throw your hands side-to-side, hip-hop, yoJust throw your hands up high, let's rock, yoBecause the Kid Rock party don't stop, yoNow I'm the self-made Mac on a mountain of MarsGot the money green cut with the high-pro clawA lickin' cotton handle and a grand marqueeRacked up, dropped down, rollin' on Chrome D's, bitchThe purple furs and the gold-trimmed glassesI only bust the fat asses and I don't be givin' a ***Who the hell can rap better than me?Cause I'm a true ***in' player and I'm actin' like a real GH-I-J-K, L-M-N-O-P, it's for pimpin'Early mornin' stone, pimpin'I've been divin' around from the bottom to the topPartyin' down with the slimmies and the city's down to rockSo, uh, ooh, baby, baby, baby, let me love yaOh, if you wanna get your freak onI just *** you with the ooh, ah, ooh, ooh, ooh, ah, yeah***, I'm the early mornin' stone, pimpCome on, now throw your hands in the air and let's rock, y'allJust throw your hands up high, hip-hop, y'allJust throw your hands in the air and let's rock, y'allBecause the Detroit Party don't stop, y'allJust throw your hands up high, let's rock, y'allJust throw your hands side to side, hip-hop, y'allJust throw your hands in the air and let's rock, y'allBecause the Kid Rock Party don't stop, y'allMy name is Tino, you knowBaby, let's get funkyI'm like Lenny Bruce, girlBut I ain't no goddamn junkieCruisin' with the kid in my 71To the crib of love, gonna get us someLadies, we keep them on a stringerMidgets in the house wanna smell my fingerComin' for you, baby, cause you're so suburbanHow do you like me now in my brand-new turban?I'm a natural-born hoodlum, not George RaftOne of these days your kids will pay for my autographSo groove, baby, groove, baby, call your mamaI'm like John Lee Hooker, girlI got the boogie dramaWith the boogie dramaWith the boogie dramaWith the boogie dramaRidin' around the neighborhoodMe and Kid Rock, we're up to no goodWith the boogie drama, yeahWith your leather miniskirt and we got some winePlayin' the radio, you look so fineWith the boogie drama, yeahWith the boogie drama, babyLet's get funkyThat's my jobTouchin' 95 seven timesTimes 24, times 12Day in and day out, let's get funkyLet's get funky, come on everybodyWith the boogie dramaWith the boogie drama