Insane Clown Posse, Kid Rock - Is That You? lyrics

Violent J, Violent J, is that you?
I'm on the microphone, so what you wanna do?
Violent J, Violent J, is that you?
A wicked, wicked clown, just for you

I drink Faygo, it's only a buck ten
I'ma pour it on your tit's when we fuckin'
'Cause I'm with that kinky shit, ho
I can see ya butt naked in your window
Shimmy up the house, I dash
Knock and I press my nuts on the glass
Lemme in ho, don't ya know
I'm Violent J of the ICP (Yo)
I got me a check, let's cash it
If I can spend it with the hoes on Gratiot
Ha, but don't get all geeked, slut
'Cause I'ma buy you some Lava
Better wash your butt
"Uh, what's this clown shit all about?"
A knife to your neck and
Your throat's hangin out ha, with a Do-Mi-Re
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?
Yodel ay, Yodel ay, Yodel ay-ee hooo

Frontin' and frontin', everybody's frontin'
(yeah)
Violent Violent J is gonna tell you somethin'
If you know a bitch who got grit's kid Rock
Kid Rock will probably eat that shit!

Boo hoo muthafucka, what ya cryin' for?
I'm that nigga that your bitch would die for
The whore showed up at my front door
So I fucked her in her ass then
I threw her out the back door
The bitch thought it was a cake drive
She said, "Drive me to the city
" so I dropped her off at Lakeside
"Aren't you drivin' me home?" "Well
I meant ta' but plans have changed now get
Your ass on the SEMTA, ho!
This ain't no taxi
I be mackin' hoes, they don't mack me!

Never slackin, hoes I be mackin
(yeah, Kid Rock, Kid Rock)
Never slackin, hoes I be mackin
Violent J servin' ghetto hard street shit
The funk, the funk from the old days
Violent J servin' ghetto hard street shit
The funk from the old days (ICP)

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've been to Mount Clemens
I've been to Rome-ome-omeo
Wicked clowns gonna flow for ya some
Three for the treble, eight for the drum
Five for the homies that I run with
Bitch, call your mudda
'cause you're done with
Toe, tip toe, I snuck in your house
And fell asleep butt naked on the front couch
So excuse me, Pops, I'm nappin'
So could ya shut the fuck
Up with that yappin'?
And your wife's all worked up for nuttin'
She act like she ain't never
Seen a wang or somethin'
'Cause it really don't matter
I'ma show my nuts to an innocent bystander
Every fuckin' day
'Cause 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?
I just said it was, motherfucker

Skinny dippin' in the pool
You know I drown hoes
Fuck 'em doggy style and play
That ass like the bongos bongo sounds Ha
Hit it, hit, hit hit it
Hittin' home runs and I never whiff
Ho, smoke my dick 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 yo
I'm not gonna pull it out for a cheap joke
Instead I'll 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
Don't let the smooth taste fool ya
Fool ya, chika fool ya, fool
Fuckin' fool
Don't let the smooth taste fool ya (Word)

Shit i can't fuckin' take this, man
All this fuckin' pressure
It'll make me go motherfucking crazy
I got all these motherfuckers everywhere I go
They gonna
(Why don't you get a fuckin' job, man?)
Oh no, here they come, man stop it, man
Stop it, man i can't fuckin' take it
Ha ha ha ha ha come on, man
Ha ha ha ha ha