Kid Rock - Intro

All the way live From the cornfields of Romeo, Michigan Detroit, rock city Two, double-o three, and four The early morning, stoned, motherfuckin' cowboy Here we go Kid motherfuckin' Rock, call what you know I got them bitches and them riches and that old school flow Big nuts and such, you can't even front I got it all bitch, so what'chu what'chu want I can do it better than Jordan playing ball at twenty-two Quicker than Rod Carou, sicker than Motley Crue Who? Yeah, motherfucker, The Who too Beatles, Stones, The Ramones, Trick and U2 A fucking country, rock, soul-singing MC A fucking country, rock, soul-singing MC I've got the brakes to shake the whole United States Earthquakes couldn't recreate my shake No fake, no make-up, who relates Check these rhymes, motherfucker, they all first takes No fucking around, I put it down Pop your shit, but don't pop it in my hometown Cause I flow down Motown sound shit The motor city ain't nothing to fuck with I'm the flyest, there's none flyer I'm the highest, there's none higher I spit truth, I've never been a liar And I won't stop rockin' till I retire A fucking country, rock, soul-singing MC A fucking country, rock, soul-singing MC