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 painted just for you
I drink Faygo it's only a buck-ten
I'm a pour it on your t*** when we f******
Cause I'm with that kinky s***, hoe
I can see you b***-naked in your window
Shimmy up the house side dash
Now I'm gonna press my nuts on the glass
Let me in, hoe, 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 I'm crashing
But don't get all geek s***
Cause I'm a buy ya some lava to wash your b***
What's this clown s*** about?
A knife to your neck and your throats hanging out
With a do-me-ray
Now it's about time I say
Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you?
Yeah, let me tell ya what I wanna do
Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you? [Yodeling]
Frontin', they frontin', everybody's frontin'
Violent Violent J is gonna tell ya something
If ya know a b**** who got grits
Kid Rock, Kid Rock will probably eat that s***
Boohoo m*********** what'cha cry for
I'm that n**** that your b**** would die for
The w**** showed up at my front door
So I f***** her in the a** and I threw her out the back door
The b**** thought it was a cake drive
She said drive me to the city, so I dropped her off at lakeside
You driving me home, well I meant ta
But plans have changed so get your a** on a Semta, hoe
Hoe, this ain't no taxi I be mackin' hoes, they don't mack me
Never slacking, hoes I be macking
Kid Rock, Kid Rock Never slacking, hoes I be macking
Violent J serving ghetto hard street s***
The funk, the funk from the old days
Violent J serving ghetto hard street s***
The funk from the old days
Well, I'm up for the shot in a minute
Show me a valley, I might yodel in it
Like somebody else I know I been to Mount Plen
as I've been to Romeomeomeo
Wicked clowns gonna flow for ya son
Three for the treble, eight for the drum
Five for the homies that I run with
b**** call your mother cause you're done with
Toe tip-toe, I snuck in your house
And fell asleep b***-naked on the front couch
So, excuse me, pops, I'm napping
So could ya shut the f*** up with that yapping
And your wife's all worked up for nothing
She act like she ain't never seen a w*** or something
Cause it really don't matter I'm a show my nuts to innocent bystander
Every f****** day
Cause it's about time I say
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 m***********
Skinny dipping in the pool, you know I drown hoes
f*** them doggie style and play that a** like a bongo
Hit it, hit hi-hit it
Hitting homerums and never wimp, ho
Smoke my d*** 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 a super soaker
But I won't 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...
I'm on the microphone, so what'cha wanna do?
Violent J, Violent J, is that you?
A wicked, wicked clown painted just for you
I drink Faygo it's only a buck-ten
I'm a pour it on your t*** when we f******
Cause I'm with that kinky s***, hoe
I can see you b***-naked in your window
Shimmy up the house side dash
Now I'm gonna press my nuts on the glass
Let me in, hoe, 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 I'm crashing
But don't get all geek s***
Cause I'm a buy ya some lava to wash your b***
What's this clown s*** about?
A knife to your neck and your throats hanging out
With a do-me-ray
Now it's about time I say
Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you?
Yeah, let me tell ya what I wanna do
Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you? [Yodeling]
Frontin', they frontin', everybody's frontin'
Violent Violent J is gonna tell ya something
If ya know a b**** who got grits
Kid Rock, Kid Rock will probably eat that s***
Boohoo m*********** what'cha cry for
I'm that n**** that your b**** would die for
The w**** showed up at my front door
So I f***** her in the a** and I threw her out the back door
The b**** thought it was a cake drive
She said drive me to the city, so I dropped her off at lakeside
You driving me home, well I meant ta
But plans have changed so get your a** on a Semta, hoe
Hoe, this ain't no taxi I be mackin' hoes, they don't mack me
Never slacking, hoes I be macking
Kid Rock, Kid Rock Never slacking, hoes I be macking
Violent J serving ghetto hard street s***
The funk, the funk from the old days
Violent J serving ghetto hard street s***
The funk from the old days
Well, I'm up for the shot in a minute
Show me a valley, I might yodel in it
Like somebody else I know I been to Mount Plen
as I've been to Romeomeomeo
Wicked clowns gonna flow for ya son
Three for the treble, eight for the drum
Five for the homies that I run with
b**** call your mother cause you're done with
Toe tip-toe, I snuck in your house
And fell asleep b***-naked on the front couch
So, excuse me, pops, I'm napping
So could ya shut the f*** up with that yapping
And your wife's all worked up for nothing
She act like she ain't never seen a w*** or something
Cause it really don't matter I'm a show my nuts to innocent bystander
Every f****** day
Cause it's about time I say
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 m***********
Skinny dipping in the pool, you know I drown hoes
f*** them doggie style and play that a** like a bongo
Hit it, hit hi-hit it
Hitting homerums and never wimp, ho
Smoke my d*** 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 a super soaker
But I won't 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...