Kid Rock, Monster Truck - Don't Tell Me How To Live lyrics
[Kid Rock, Monster Truck - Don't Tell Me How To Live lyrics]
Fuck all you hoes
Detroit till I die motherfucker
Talking all that bullshit
Ain't nobody gonna tell me how to live
I'm a moonshine sipper straight
Slipping in the darkness
Far from heartless
I'm more like the sharpest
Tool in the shed
No I never been the smartest
But make no mistake
I hit the fucking hardest
Devil without a cause, you heard me scream it
And twenty years later
Bitch I still fucking mean it
Bucka bucka
You ain't never met a motherfucker like this
Kiss my ass then you can suck a dick
Sideways
My way or the highway, listen up
Ain't nothing changed here
I still don't give a fuck
So what the fuck's up with all the backlash
You snowflakes, here's a newsflash
Ain't nobody gonna tell me how to live
Years ago, we all thought it was a joke, see?
That every kid got a motherfucking trophy
But yo homie, here's the situation
A nation of pussies is our next generation
And these minions and their agendas
Every opinion has a millennial offended
But this amendment one, it rings true
And if you don't dissent, bitch
Then see number two
Ain't nothing new, right church, wrong pew
Get a clue, a crew, your fake news and views
Can all get the bottom
Of my motherfucking shoe
I'm the last of a few
Still screaming fuck you
Ain't nobody gonna tell me how to live
Ain't nobody gonna tell me how to live
Oh, I'm gonna soar like an eagle
My wings will carry me away
I've got the heart of a lion
And I get stronger every day
You'll never tell me shit
You'll never flip my script
Because I'm more outrageous than
The Vegas strip
You're like Mayberry bitch
I'm hard and crisp
High risk hillbilly but I'm filthy rich
You're like Milli Vanilli
Kinda silly and shit
I'm like Shotgun Willie smoking
Phillies and shit
I'm like Reverend Run or David Lee Roth
Like Springsteen bitch
I'm the motherfucking boss
James Dean, shit, I'm more like Brad Pitt
A little less pretty but I sling more dick
I twang more riffs, I slide through grass
I rip more lines than a ten pound bass
Pass the mic, I'm like sloe gin fizz
It ain't nobody, it ain't nobody
Ain't nobody gonna tell me how to live
Detroit till I die motherfucker
Talking all that bullshit
Ain't nobody gonna tell me how to live
I'm a moonshine sipper straight
Slipping in the darkness
Far from heartless
I'm more like the sharpest
Tool in the shed
No I never been the smartest
But make no mistake
I hit the fucking hardest
Devil without a cause, you heard me scream it
And twenty years later
Bitch I still fucking mean it
Bucka bucka
You ain't never met a motherfucker like this
Kiss my ass then you can suck a dick
Sideways
My way or the highway, listen up
Ain't nothing changed here
I still don't give a fuck
So what the fuck's up with all the backlash
You snowflakes, here's a newsflash
Ain't nobody gonna tell me how to live
Years ago, we all thought it was a joke, see?
That every kid got a motherfucking trophy
But yo homie, here's the situation
A nation of pussies is our next generation
And these minions and their agendas
Every opinion has a millennial offended
But this amendment one, it rings true
And if you don't dissent, bitch
Then see number two
Ain't nothing new, right church, wrong pew
Get a clue, a crew, your fake news and views
Can all get the bottom
Of my motherfucking shoe
I'm the last of a few
Still screaming fuck you
Ain't nobody gonna tell me how to live
Ain't nobody gonna tell me how to live
Oh, I'm gonna soar like an eagle
My wings will carry me away
I've got the heart of a lion
And I get stronger every day
You'll never tell me shit
You'll never flip my script
Because I'm more outrageous than
The Vegas strip
You're like Mayberry bitch
I'm hard and crisp
High risk hillbilly but I'm filthy rich
You're like Milli Vanilli
Kinda silly and shit
I'm like Shotgun Willie smoking
Phillies and shit
I'm like Reverend Run or David Lee Roth
Like Springsteen bitch
I'm the motherfucking boss
James Dean, shit, I'm more like Brad Pitt
A little less pretty but I sling more dick
I twang more riffs, I slide through grass
I rip more lines than a ten pound bass
Pass the mic, I'm like sloe gin fizz
It ain't nobody, it ain't nobody
Ain't nobody gonna tell me how to live