Cowboy baby
You know my credits
Don't ask if it's true
Fuck it I said it
Regret It
Never
Pimpin'
Forever
Pull more ho's than a free cash lever
So you better never
Question the clever clever
I'll sever whatever go getter and turn em' redder than ever
You bet I'll wet her
And leaving her making' to miss me
Cause that's how we do it up in Detroit City
71 supercharged big block hemi
Your El DeBarge
I'm livin' more like Lemmy
Benny and The Jets is Hot
But you ain't never met a motherfucker like Kid Rock
And Twisted Brown Trucker's like a loaded gun
We're the band
That other bands run from
Doing the backstage boogie
Is were you'll find me
If you want some of that
Flash a pass come back
And lay it on me

Chorus
Lay it on me
Baby you've got to
Lay it on me
Just lay it on me
You gots to
Lay it on me

Now, people always saying I ain't living right
But it ain't my fault you misplaced your life
Replaced your wife
With some two bit missy
Now she's getting fucked up in Detroit City
Tripping' with the hippies
Bikers, Thugs
Hit me with a Mickey
Fast women and drugs
One love for two minutes
The third minute I'm gone
Wake me up to eat
Around the crack of dawn
I'm making pancakes baby
If you crack me eggs
You'll feel the Irish tornado
If you spread your legs
No need to brag
And don't trail behind me
Just step up front
A little lady

Chorus
Lay it on me
Baby you've got to lay it on me
Just lay it on me
You've gots to lay it on me

We're coming
Live from Detroit
It's Saturday night
Got the funky fresh rhymes
No need to bite
And to ya'll he haws
Who thought I'd never rank
I'm going
All the way to the bank bitch
I got rich off of keeping it real
While you Radioheads
Are reinventing the wheel
Got critics all tripping off of I don't know what
While I'm sippin' King Louis
Not giving a fuck
Trash me in the news
Give me wack reviews
But you'll never find another
Who can fill my shoes
Who can moan the blues
Who can rock the rap
Who can rock
Who can roll
Who can flow like that
Black rim and a pocket full of phone numbers
From Pam Anderson
To Susan Summers
Understand I want peace like Gandhi

But until that dayI'm a walk this way
So lay it on me
I'm talking all night long
Lay it on me
Like a bang a gong
Lay it on me
With AC/DC on
From Hells Bells
To the next 9 songs
Lay it on
I can love you like that
Lay it on me
I'd rather fuck to Foghat
Lay it on me
I can make you shake
Slow ride it baby
Through the piano break
Come on
So step up front a little lady
Lay it on me

04. Cocky

Guess who's back
I used to be broke
Confused
No Joke
Got used
Smoked Dope
Paid Dues
Refused
To give up quick
Now there's 10 Million Motherfuckers on my dick
Sold what
Say how
Say who
Fuck what
Fuck me
Fuck you
Come clean
You know I will
Drink a fifth of Jim Beam
And still stand still
I'm the illest fool
Cooler than the water in a swimming pool
Fly like a seagull
Kickin' like a mule
More jams than a Beatle from Liverpool
I deliver fool
Who the fuck are you
I'm Kid motherfuckin' Rock
From the old school
Got more money
Than Matchbox 20
Get more ass
Than Mark McGrath

(Chorus)

They say I'm cocky
And I say what
It ain't braggin' motherfucker if you back it up
They say I'm cocky
And I say what
It ain't braggin' motherfucker if you back it up

I'm from the outskirts of Detroit Rock City
A-Shirts
Cadillac
Big titties
Skinny models
You can keep those
I like big corn fed Midwestern ho's
Don't you know
Talk fast
Pimp slow
Show up Z black ties
In t-shirts & slippers
Sippin' liquor, fuck models
Love strippers, known 9's
The big tipper with the big dipper
I got queer holding key to my zipper
Fuck a real good girl
I've got the baddest bitch in the world

(Chorus)

You think you got it good
In Hollywood
I got acres of land
Laid back in the woods
Holdin' shares
Cool like Fonzie
Rollin' Lake St. Clair
In my forty foot Donzie
You got a Bentley
Wow
I got jets with wet bars
And trucks with gold plows
Bitch bow when I pimp thru
For the Kid, the Rock
The Red, White and Blue
Who knew the Kid would be
Everything from old George Jones to Jazz

Are you scared
Cause when the Kid's in the house
Better come prepared
And I swear
I'm sick
Of getting ripped off
So pissed
About to be pissed off
Mackin' me
Cause you know I'm paid
That's why I'm slappin' my gardeners
And fuckin' my maids
Never mind my age
But if we're taking numbers
15 million sold motherfucker

They say I'm cocky
And I say what
It ain't braggin' motherfucker if you back it up
They say I'm cocky
And I say what
It ain't braggin' motherfucker if you back it up
Cocky
And I say what
It ain't braggin' motherfucker if you back it up
They say I'm cocky
And I say what
It ain't braggin' motherfucker if you back it up