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Uh, who are you, who are you Well I'm the punk with the pump in the back of my pack How you step Rock (I step in stride) I step across stage with my nuts in my hand Them punks wanna front cause I got my own band God damn I'm the man with the helly buzz And my shit don't stink like Eli's does I'm a pleasure girls, man, from what I heard Nah mah, I kicked that bitch to the curb I don't really need to be tied down I'm a ramblin' man, and I'm platinum bound Me too, rolled my crew, I thought you knew .16 is what I blew I bet that set you straight, that illegal action Fuck that, I still roll with a forty in my lap Back in second grade I carried a lunch box Turned twenty-one, stated smokin' crack pots Snortin' that D by the dime Wish I could slow down, I'm ahead of my time I'm the Krack, I'm the Krack I'm the Krack, Krack, Krack I'm the Krack, bitch, my last dime's what I'm bettin' I'm up in the casino with a flash like Stetson Girls all stare, they gawk, they sneer So I grab me a bitch and I slapped her in the rear My living room is the place I'm hangin' out Letras de cancionesYoung tight pussies is the shit I'm bangin' out I'm sick of livin' in these perplexed times That's why I kick these motherfuckin' sex rhymes I'm headin' down south, uh I'm headin' down south, check it out I'm headin' down, headin' down Hip, hip, hip, hip, diggin' exactly where you go I'm headin' down south on a dusty path I got a cool ass buzz and an empty flask Ass on the wagon and they think I'm all soft But I don't give a fuck, I'm trippin' my balls off Up in the crackhouse tunin' them rocks off Ho's come around and we be knockin' the box top Knocked out, knocked up, and all that shit Hot wax, sweaty spot, lickin' spit from your clit Everything that gets old, it gets over rated Old to me just means out dated I'm the Kid Rock, fuck all that sixties shit Take Woodstock and shove it up your momma's clit Oh shit, and there it is I get a lot of pussy cause I'm in showbiz Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house I wished for a kiss and your mom popped out Put her hands on her flop and started eyeing me So I smacked the old bitch with my flying D That's when I said man I gotta get a grip and Looked at the TV, realised I was trippin' And you don't stop, uh, uh, uh, uh It ain't no party like a Detroit party Cause a Detroit party don't stop It ain't no party like a Detroit party Cause a Detroit party don't stop It ain't no party like a Detroit party Cause a Detroit party don't stop I said it ain't no party like a Detroit party Cause a Detroit party don't stop, uh From Letras Mania