Kid Rock - Back from the Dead lyrics
[Kid Rock - Back from the Dead lyrics]
Back from the dead second LP here we go
Coming at you from the ROMEO
Pistol packed with a crew'o fly slimmys
Hat turned back and some Airwalk Jimmys
Never slacking hoes I be macking
Not wack I don't try to act black when
I came up I came at you from the outskirts
Bag of weed in the pocket of my sweatshirt
Bone to the bone to the bad
To the bad to the bone
Hit bound from the Mo-town allen
Fuck a 40 I drink it by the gallon
I started out in Mount Clemens as a DJ
Park parties gettin drunk on Sunday
Tweeked in the heat to a beat I'd rock to the
(More Bounce) and rip shit up
An now I've toured this nation
Pimp of the nation pulling hoes
Rock the set in each city then step
Me, Blackman and Funk Daddy Def Stef
Bitches, they think I'm sexist
But all I want baby is
Your grit's for breakfast
Eggs, bacon, home cooked fries
And gimme a plate of that pussy on the side
Triple x on the set showin no class
Just a foul mouthed little fucking smart ass
No fool I went 2 high school dumb ass
Smoked dope and i flunked every class
Slash and I smash because I
Thrash when I bash invite me to a party and
Your house'll get trashed
An outcast sick of being harassed so I dashed
Moved out of the crib because
I hated cutting grass
Now I reside on the eastside lovin it
Cold 40 dog in a brown bag chuggin it
Flex, sex, run of the next
Flipping and tripping and ripping and shaking
The suckers who wanted to
Front an get around to the
To get up or get down to the rhyme
I'm shaking and taking and breaking
I rip the mic like
Every time fuck I don't eat no Manwich
Kick back cooling with a cold grit's sandwich
Somebody said I'm the best in the Mo-town
But this town isn't shit but a ghost town
Who ever said it they lied they fessed
Bitch I'm the best in
The mother fucking Midwest
Want to be heard when I rap so I yell it
Sport a Tigers cap like my man Tom Selleck
One bad bitch I smoke hash from a stick
Got more cash than fucking White Boy Rick
My first LP wasn't pushed for shit
So Jive Records yo, go and suck a fat dick
Because I'm ripping like a chainsaw
Yes I'm that raw laughing at
You suckers like Hee Haw
Roll it up, take a hit and then pass it
That's how we do it when we roll down Gratiot
In my Grand Marquis I pimp to the beat
Two in the front and two
Hoes in the back seat
Coming at you from the ROMEO
Pistol packed with a crew'o fly slimmys
Hat turned back and some Airwalk Jimmys
Never slacking hoes I be macking
Not wack I don't try to act black when
I came up I came at you from the outskirts
Bag of weed in the pocket of my sweatshirt
Bone to the bone to the bad
To the bad to the bone
Hit bound from the Mo-town allen
Fuck a 40 I drink it by the gallon
I started out in Mount Clemens as a DJ
Park parties gettin drunk on Sunday
Tweeked in the heat to a beat I'd rock to the
(More Bounce) and rip shit up
An now I've toured this nation
Pimp of the nation pulling hoes
Rock the set in each city then step
Me, Blackman and Funk Daddy Def Stef
Bitches, they think I'm sexist
But all I want baby is
Your grit's for breakfast
Eggs, bacon, home cooked fries
And gimme a plate of that pussy on the side
Triple x on the set showin no class
Just a foul mouthed little fucking smart ass
No fool I went 2 high school dumb ass
Smoked dope and i flunked every class
Slash and I smash because I
Thrash when I bash invite me to a party and
Your house'll get trashed
An outcast sick of being harassed so I dashed
Moved out of the crib because
I hated cutting grass
Now I reside on the eastside lovin it
Cold 40 dog in a brown bag chuggin it
Flex, sex, run of the next
Flipping and tripping and ripping and shaking
The suckers who wanted to
Front an get around to the
To get up or get down to the rhyme
I'm shaking and taking and breaking
I rip the mic like
Every time fuck I don't eat no Manwich
Kick back cooling with a cold grit's sandwich
Somebody said I'm the best in the Mo-town
But this town isn't shit but a ghost town
Who ever said it they lied they fessed
Bitch I'm the best in
The mother fucking Midwest
Want to be heard when I rap so I yell it
Sport a Tigers cap like my man Tom Selleck
One bad bitch I smoke hash from a stick
Got more cash than fucking White Boy Rick
My first LP wasn't pushed for shit
So Jive Records yo, go and suck a fat dick
Because I'm ripping like a chainsaw
Yes I'm that raw laughing at
You suckers like Hee Haw
Roll it up, take a hit and then pass it
That's how we do it when we roll down Gratiot
In my Grand Marquis I pimp to the beat
Two in the front and two
Hoes in the back seat