Yeah And I've set up and tore down this stage with my own two hands We've travel this land packed tight in mini vans And all this for the fans, girls, money and fame I played their game And as they scream my name I will show no shame I live and die for this And if I come off soft Then chew on this!
Are you scared?
Devil without a cause And I'm back with the beaver hats And Ben Davis slacks 30 packs of Stroh's 30 pack of hoes No Rogaine in the propane flow The chosen one I'm the living proof With the gift of gab From the city of truth I jabbed and stabbed And knocked critics backs And I did not stutter when I said that I'm going platinum Sellin' rhymes I went platinum Seven times And still they ill They wanna see us fry I guess because only God knows why Why why why why why
Ohhhhhhhhhhhh They call me cowboy I'm the singer in black So throw a finger in the air and let me see where you're at Say (hey hey} Let me hear where you're at And say (hey hey) I'm givin it back So say (hey hey) Show me some metal And say (hey, hey, hey, hey)
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh cut!!!!!
I like AC/DC and ZZ Top Bocephus, Beasties and the kings of rock Skynyrd, Seger, Limp, Korn, the Stones David Allen Coe and no show Jones Yaaaaaaaaaaaaa Pass that bottle around I got the rock from Detroit The Soul from Motown The underground stoned fuckin Pimp We trash the mack and slap back the wack Never gay no way I don't play with ass But watch me rock with Liberace flash Punk rock the Clash Boy bands are trash I like Johnny Cash and Grand Master Flash Flash, flash, flash, flash ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh They call me cowboy I'm the singer in black So throw a finger in the air and let me see where you're at Say (hey hey) Let me hear where your at And say (hey hey) I'm givin it back So say (hey hey) Show me some metal and say (hey hey hey hey)
Uh uh uh GAT!!!!!!
Yeah, I saw your band Jumpin around on stage like a bunch of wounded ducks When you gonna learn sucker? You just can't fuck with TWISTED BRBRBR BROWN BROWN TRuuuuuccckeeeeerrrrr
I'm an American bad ass Watch me kick You can roll with rock Or you can suck my dick I'm a porno flick I'm like amazing grace I'm gonna fuck some hoe's After I rock this place Super fly Livin double wide Side car my glide So Joe C can ride Full sack to share Bringin flash and flare I Got the long hair swingin middle finger in the air Snakeskin suits, 65 Chevelle's See me ride in sin Hear the rebel yell I won't live to tell So if you do Give the next generation a big fuck you Who knew I'd blow up like Oklahoma I said fuck high school pissed on my diploma Smell the aroma Check my hits I know it stinks in here Cause I'm the shit shit shit shit shit Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh They call me cowboy I'm the singer in black So throw a finger in the air, let me see where you're at Say (hey hey) Let me hear where you're at Say (hey hey) I'm givin' it back so say (hey hey) Show me some metal and say (hey hey hey hey) ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...huh huh I'm a cowboy Bad ass in black Singin' (hey hey hey hey) From side to side From front to back Say (hey hey hey hey) I put Detroit city back on the map And singin' (hey hey hey hey) Kid Rock's in the house And thats where I'm at
Compositores: James Alan Hetfield (James Hetfield), Lars Ulrich (Metallica), Robert J Ritchie (Kid Rock) ECAD: Obra #1500593