Kid Rock - Devil Without A Cause

You knew that I was coming cause you heard my name But you don't know my game and never felt my pain Can't read my brain but you read my lips And got scared when you heard that I was coming with hits Now don't even trip, be a man instead Give thanks I'm alive when I should be dead I'm in the red cause my mind's distortin People claimin that they know me, but they only know a portion I'm a move mountains and touch the sun Don't get scared now, you knew this day would come So hold your bids, all bets are closed And fuck all you hoes Cause it's been a long time comin' But I finally broke like an egg yolk I ain't no joke Like some uncut dope motherfucker, Kid Rock's to blame Same game, same name, ain't a damn thing changed No sell-out, I ain't no hoe Fuck the radio...comin from the R-O-M-E-O Watch me throw like a fist of rage Self made and paid and sawed off twelve gauges Up that ass for the nine eight (nine eight) Never fake, shake, straight from the Great Lakes Seven years on wax comin correct Flat out you diss me punk That's when I pull a strap out And I get to buck-buck-bucking...a fuck-fuck-fucking your hoes Cause they know who's runnin' this shit, Top Dog I'm the C-E-O Role model, your mother-fucking H-E-R-O My motto, Be Cool...Keep Pimpin Don't sleep, we roll deep in a Lincoln Four Vogues on a hundred spokes We bust Biltmore Beavers and Top Dog Coats We float like butterflies, sting like queen bees Strapped with A-K's straight from the Chinese What the fuck's goin on in the D Bunch of white boys pimpin like the K-I-D And it's all good I got love for my honkeys We roll thick kick ass like donkeys Anybody fuck's with you and I'm gonna mack 'em Devil without a cause...I'm going platinum I'm going Platinum I'm going Platinum We're going platinum Devil without a cause...I'm going platinum Uh Devil...Devil Yeah we come to party, so get down everybody (Come On) Yeah we come to party I went from St. Claire Shores and drink specials at Winners To New York City and 700 dollar dinners From hangin with sinners and second hand cheap sex To gettin much respect from top record exec's The cool Kid's comin up to call you out So shut up now or put my balls in your mouth Bet that ass hoss I ain't forgot When I was tossed in the dime baby left to rot Used to call me dummy when my nose was fucking runny Now my fuckin' bunnies gettin' fuckin' Matchbox 20 money Motherfuckers want to claim their down But when I was broke and down I never seen them around All the shit we talked, all the shit we dreamed I did it without you got a brand new team No triple beams it seems like a movie Bought two cribs, droptop, and jacuzzi No more fluzzies only high class hoes Couple when it rains and a few when it snows A brand new nose to go along with my habit And a garden hose made out of 24 karat Bought a couple parots that like to squak And they sound like you and all the shit you talk Step inside my shoes, you couldn't fill em doc You're too old to kid too soft to rock Already did what most love shout Seven years on wax and I still ain't sold out And there ain't no doubt...in my mind That I'm gonna stomp all over you test of time I'm go platinum I'm go platinum I'm go platinum Were going platinum Devil without a cause...I'm going platinum Uh Devil Come on Devil Uh...Uh Devil Straight out of the streets of Taylor 3 foot high...ready to get fly...Joe C I'm the J-O-E to the C hoe Call me Joe C got more game than Coleco I'm a freak hoe call me sick Three foot nine with a ten foot dick The ladies pick, I'm a crazy hick And rake through kind like a bum through wi