By ICP & Kid Rock
Violent J, Violent J, is that you? I'm on the microphone, so what'cha wanna do? Violent J, Violent J, is that you? A wicked, wicked clown, just for you I drink Faygo it's only a buck-ten I'm a pour it on your tits when we fucking 'cause I'm with that kinky shit, ho I can see you butt-naked in your window Shimmy up the house side dash Knock and I press my nuts on the glass Let me in, ho, don't ya know I'm Violent J of the ICP, yo I got me a check let's cash it If I could spend it with the hoes on grass shit But don't get all geek slut 'cause I'm a buy ya some lava to wash your butt "Uhh what's this clown shit about?" A knife to your neck and your throats hanging out With a do-mi-ray Now it's about time I say:
[Chorus]Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you? Yeah, let me tell ya what I wanna do Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you? Yo lay, yo lay, yo lay *y hooooo!
Frontin', they frontin', everybody's frontin' Violent Violent J is gonna tell ya something If ya know a bitch who got grits Kid Rock, Kid Rock will probably eat that shit
[-Kid Rock-]Boohoo motherfucker what'cha cryin' for? I'm that nigger that your bitch would die for The whore showed up at my front door So I fucked her in her ass and I threw her out the back door The bitch thought it was a cake drive She said: "Drive me to the city", so I dropped her off at lakeside "Aren't you driving me home?", well I meant ta But plans have changed so get your ass on the center Ho, this ain't no taxi I be mackin' hoes, they don't mack me Never slacking, hoes I be macking Yeah...Kid Rock, Kid Rock [ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/is-that-you-lyrics-kid-rock.html ] Never slacking, hoes I be macking Violent J serving ghetto hard street shit The funk, the funk from the old days Violent J serving ghetto hard street shit The funk from the old days Well, I'm up for the shot in a minute Show me a valley, I might doal in it Like somebody else I know I been to Mount Clemens as I've been to Romeomeomeo Wicked clowns gonna flow for ya some Three for the treble, eight for the drum Five for the homies that I run with Bitch, call your mother cause you're done with Toe tip-toe, I snuck in your house And fell asleep butt-naked on the front couch So, excuse me, pops, I'm napping So could ya shut the fuck up with that yapping And your wife's all worked up for nothing She act like she ain't never seen a wang or something 'cause it really don't matter I'm a show my nuts to innocent bystander Every fucking day 'cause it's about time I say
[Chorus]Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you? Yeah, let me tell you what I wanna do Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you? I just said it was motherfucker
[-Kid Rock-]Skinny dipping in the pool, you know I drown hoes Fuck 'em doggie style and play that ass like the bongo Hit it, hit hi-hit it Hitting homerums and never whiff, ho Smoke my dick like it's a big spliff This ain't a blooper and I'm no joker But I can shoot a nut 50 foot like the super soaker But yo, I'm not gonna pull it out for a cheap joke Instead I play John Holmes in a sequel to Deep Throat Taste the nut in your mouth, just to school ya But ho, don't let the smooth taste fool ya Don't let the smooth taste fool ya...[Ã—3] ...fuckin' fool ya Don't let the smooth taste fool ya... ...word
By ICP & Kid Rock