Kid Rock - E.M.S.P. (feat. Uncle Kracker) lyrics

This is the true story about mackin

Check it times are changin
Talk about it more so each year
But the Early Mornin, Stoned Pimp is here
Yeah so let it rain, and let the guitar rock
And if ya here me yaaaawwwwn
Just drop that top come on, girl
Hey hey hey well well well well
Hey hey hey well well well well, well
Come on, girl, Yeeeaaahhh
And I be catchin them northern pike
Like on a ten pound test
Posess, never fess, take a guess
I be the early mornin stoned pimp
Straight limpin boone's Farm drinkin
At the party big booty pinchin
Chillin, like a villian, balloon fillin
Whack MC killin, the fine hoe drillin
With the million dollar talent and
The ten cent brain


Been gone too long, too much cocaine
But now that I'm back, on the block
I'm ready to rock left to right, all night
My game's tight, I wish you might
Take a bite out of this here toxic, melodic
Neurotic product fresh from the harvest
Who'll be the largest, hardest, smartest
Label in town top Dog get down, Uh
Radio won't play me
But still I got the kids around
The world goin Kid Rock crazyin
Wicked witches be flyin on broomsticks
Kid Rock be comin with the
Boom boom boom biatch
I from the sticks biatch
Straight from the RO
Kid Rock I ain't's no bitch
Ah, yes you are hoe
So quit frontin like y'all don't know
When I step straight into the
Party with my homeboy Tino what's up?
So get a good look bro, get a good gander
I'm made in Detroit
But my name ain't Stanzler
Spreadin' like a cancer, a virus
While you're lookin really gay like
Fuckin Billy Ray Cyrus
I'm the highest MC of all time
Got my mind on the D and the D on my mind
And the line gets drawn when
My eyes can't see
Hit me twice with the Tussin
And the morphine IV i be
What they call an O-G bitch
I'm the motherfuckin Early Mornin Stoned Pimp
Say what? One time for you
Now throw your hands in the
Air and let's rock y'all
Just throw your hands up high, hip hop y'all
Just throw your hands in the
Air and let's rock y'all
Because a Detroit party don't stop y'all

Just throw your hands up high
Let's rock y'all
Just throw your hands side to side
Hip hop y'all just throw your hands up high
Let's rock y'all
Because a Kid Rock party don't stop y'all

Now I'm the self made mack
On a mountain on Mars got the money green
Cut it with the high roll gloss
A Lincoln Continental and a Grand Marquis
Rag top, drop down
Rollin on chrome D's biatch
The purple furs and the gold trim glasses
I only bust the fat asses
And I don't be givin a fuck who
Da hell can rap better than me
Cause I'm a true fuckin' player and
I mack like a real G
H-IJ-K, L-M-N-O-P is for pimpin
Early mornin stoned pimpin
I been down, been around
From the bottom to the top
Partyin down with the slimmies in
The cities that I rock
So ah, ooh baby, baby, baby let me love ya
Or if you wanna get your freak on
I'll just fuck ya with the ooh, ahh, ooh
Ooh, ooh ahhh, biatch, shit
I'm the Early Morning Stoned Pimp hahaha
Hey hey hey come on yo

Now throw your hands in the
Air and let's rock y'all
Just throw your hands up high, hip hop y'all
Just throw your hands in the
Air and let's rock y'all
Because a Detroit party don't stop y'all

Just throw your hands up high
Let's rock y'all
Just throw your hands side to side
Hip hop y'all just throw your hands up high
Let's rock y'all
Because a Kid Rock party don't stop y'all

I'm Joe C, bitch let me get them digit's
I might be a little small, ho
But I ain't no goddamn midget!
So stick it up your ass
Where the sun don't shine
I'm vertically challenged
Your vertically blind
I'm three foot nine, it's ten foot long
I'm gonna smack that ass after
I pack this bong
I can flow on like all night long
'Til the break of dawn, til the early morn'
I'm a thorn in your side
Can you feel me stickin'?
80 pills a day, bitch, I ain't bullshittin'
So groove, baby, groove, baby
Call your momma
I'm like John Lee Hooker, girl

I got the boogie drama
With the boogie drama, what
With the boogie drama, yeah
With the boogie drama, oh yeah

Ridin' around the neighborhood
Me and Kid Rock are up to no good
With the boogie drama, yeah
With your leather miniskirt and
We got some wine
Playin' the radio, ya look so fine
With the boogie drama, yeah
Well, well, well, boogie drama, oh, baby
Let's get funky, that's my job
With the boogie drama, oh, yeah
Punchin' nine to five, seven
Times, times twenty-four, times twelve
With the boogie drama, oh, yeah
Day in and day out
With the boogie drama, oh, yeah
Let's get funky come on, everybody
Well, with the boogie drama
With the boogie drama