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Krack Rocks

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Jan. 9, 19961 viewer

Krack Rocks Lyrics

[Verse] (Kid Rock, Uncle Kracker, Both)
Who are you, who are you?
Well, I'm the punk with the pump in the back of my ride
How you step, Rock?
I step in stride
I pimp across stage with my nuts in my hand
The punks wanna front 'cause I got my own band
Goddamn, I'm the man with the helly buzz
And my shit don't stink, like [Kelly's] does
But [Kelly's] your girl, man, from what I heard
Nah, man, I kicked that bitch to the curb
I don't really need to be tied down
I'm a rambling man, and I'm platinum-bound
Me too, hold my brew, I thought you knew
.16 is what I blew

I bet that set you straight, that illegal act
Fuck that, I still roll with a 40 in my lap
Back in second grade, I carried a lunchbox
Turned 21, started smoking crack rocks
Snorting that D by the dime
Wish I could slow down, I'm ahead of my time
I'm the Krack, I'm the Krack
Krack, Krack, Krack
I'm the Krack, bitch, my last dime's what I'm betting
I'm up in the casino with the fresh flat Stetson
Girls all stare, they gawk, they sneer
So I grab me a bitch and I step the rear

My living room is the place I'm hanging out
Young, tight pussies is the shit I'm banging out
I'm sick of living in these perplexed times
That's why I kick these motherfucking sex rhymes
[Bridge] Kid Rock
I'm heading down south
I'm heading down south
I'm heading down, heading down
Hip-hip-hip-hip-digging exactly where you go

[Verse 2] (Kid Rock, Uncle Kracker, Both )
I'm heading 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 tripping my balls off
Up in the crack house, coolin' at Rock's house
Hoes come around and we be knocking the box out
Knocked out, knocked up, and all that shit
Hot wax, sweaty spot, licking spit from your clit

Everything that gets old, it gets overrated
Old to me, just means outdated
I'm the Kid Rock, fuck all that 60's shit
Take Woodstock and shove it up your momma's slit
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 ol' bitch with my Flying V
That's when I said, "Man, I gotta get a grip" and
Looked at the TV, realized I was tripping
[Outro] Kid Rock
It is no party like a Detroit party
'Cause a Detroit party don't stop
I said, it is no party like a Detroit party
'Cause a Detroit party don't stop
It is no party like a Detroit party
'Cause a Detroit party don't stop
I said, it is no party like a Detroit party
'Cause a Detroit party don't stop

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January 9, 1996
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