Krack Rocks

Uh, who are you, who are you<br>Well I`m the punk with the pump in the back of my pack<br>How you step Rock (I step in stride)<br>I step across stage with my nuts in my hand<br>Them punks wanna front cause I got my own band<br>God damn I`m the man with the helly buzz<br>And my shit don`t stink like Eli`s does<br>I`m a pleasure girls, man, from what I heard<br>Nah mah, I kicked that bitch to the curb<br>I don`t really need to be tied down<br>I`m a ramblin` man, and I`m platinum bound<br>Me too, rolled my crew, I thought you knew<br>.16 is what I blew<br>I bet that set you straight, that illegal action<br>Fuck that, I still roll with a forty in my lap<br>Back in second grade I carried a lunch box<br>Turned twenty-one, stated smokin` crack pots<br>Snortin` that D by the dime<br>Wish I could slow down, I`m ahead of my time<br>I`m the Krack, I`m the Krack<br>I`m the Krack, Krack, Krack<br>I`m the Krack, bitch, my last dime`s what I`m bettin`<br>I`m up in the casino with a flash like Stetson<br>Girls all stare, they gawk, they sneer<br>So I grab me a bitch and I slapped her in the rear<br>My living room is the place I`m hangin` out<br>Young tight pussies is the shit I`m bangin` out<br>I`m sick of livin` in these perplexed times<br>That`s why I kick these motherfuckin` sex rhymes<br><br>I`m headin` down south, uh<br>I`m headin` down south, check it out<br>I`m headin` down, headin` down<br>Hip, hip, hip, hip, diggin` exactly where you go<br><br>I`m headin` down south on a dusty path<br>I got a cool ass buzz and an empty flask<br>Ass on the wagon and they think I`m all soft<br>But I don`t give a fuck, I`m trippin` my balls off<br>Up in the crackhouse tunin` them rocks off<br>Ho`s come around and we be knockin` the box top<br>Knocked out, knocked up, and all that shit<br>Hot wax, sweaty spot, lickin` spit from your clit<br>Everything that gets old, it gets over rated<br>Old to me just means out dated<br>I`m the Kid Rock, fuck all that sixties shit<br>Take Woodstock and shove it up your momma`s clit<br>Oh shit, and there it is<br>I get a lot of pussy cause I`m in showbiz<br>Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house<br>I wished for a kiss and your mom popped out<br>Put her hands on her flop and started eyeing me<br>So I smacked the old bitch with my flying D<br>That`s when I said man I gotta get a grip and<br>Looked at the TV, realised I was trippin`<br>And you don`t stop, uh, uh, uh, uh<br><br>It ain`t no party like a Detroit party<br>Cause a Detroit party don`t stop<br>It ain`t no party like a Detroit party<br>Cause a Detroit party don`t stop<br>It ain`t no party like a Detroit party<br>Cause a Detroit party don`t stop<br>I said it ain`t no party like a Detroit party<br>Cause a Detroit party don`t stop, uh