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Correct F*** Off Lyrics
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A shimmy shimmy cocoa cocoa pu- pu - fuckin puffs bitch It's the K-K-Kid Rock with the K-K-Kid Rock shit I'm on top bitch and rock for tricks Hella whips and nips and flip trips for whips I get all the money pussy falls like rain Been gettin laid and paid that's why I never complain If I ain't in it for the money, I'm in it for the P It's 1998 yo and you still can't fuck with me You don't be fuckin with the blue eye Fuckin with my 2-5 hope your fuckin ass like my shoe size I got a new vibe, kinda like voodoo You do what we say and we'll do what we want to We're fuckin up your city and we're fuckin up your progam Fuckin all your bitches we don't fuckin give a god damn Twisted Brown gets down with no assistance We won't quit until we're banned from existence Persistance pays if that holds true Then I'm a buy this fuckin planet before the time I'm through I was praised and raised on the thoughts of no fakin So I'm gonna get what I got coming and the rest I'm takin I'm shakin like Jerry Lee Lewis and shit You act like a motherfucker's new at this shit But I've been true to this shit given my heart and soul Been shinin like a diamond but gettin passed as coal So fuck Off Yeah With my pants half hangin off my ass and shit Bowl filled with hash pockets stuffed with cash I be the mushroom trippin sippin shots of Jack Cause the kids don't listen gettin lots of flack I be the do wa diddy up and down you block and The ten karat Kid with my triggers cockin The K the I the D are O C K motherfucker and you still don't know me So blow me bitch I don't rock for cancer I rock for the cash and the topless dancers Don't have no answers so pass the joint I'm just paid in full and made in Detroit I ride like Setta in the Indy five And get live with that which get's me high Strive for perfection this much is true We do what we say you say what we do Kid Rock I couldn't be no Bozo And I get too much P to ever be no homo Rock from So Ho to Arizona I'm an easy rider dreamin of Wynonna I roam the country like a Greyhound bus Put faith in lust and in God I trust I'm not Peter Pan I don't fuck with fairies But I bust more rhymes than virgin cherries And Harry Carey couldn't call my game fucked so many hoes I'm in the hall of fame And I show no shame from coast to coast I don't mean to brag, but I like to boast Fuck Off Yeah right in your mother fuckin ass bitch With that Detroit city shit ain't shit switched We're on the same script Nothing new since 76 Kid Rock Yo Slim Shady come break these mother fuckers off Yo tell the world to hold their breath they're breathing the wrong air This planet belongs to me and this hippy with long hair Two white boys who spike punch and light joints Hang around drugs loud music and like noise Slim Shady and Brown Trucker another bunch of mother fuckers Who hate the world as much as each other And I ain't leaving this party tonight Till I see some naked bitches dancin around drunk touchin each other Rum and Pepsi got your perception of me sketchy Cause when I stage dive people are scared to catch me Cause all I do is curse and fuck So when I do shrooms you all better give me two rooms Cause I'm fuckin the first one up So when you see me on your block you better lock your cars Cause you know I'm losin it when I'm rappin to rock guitars This is for children who break rules People that straight fool And ever single teenager that hates school Fuck Off
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