Kid Rock - Where you at rock lyrics

Bitch

Where you at Rock, where you at

Beep you fucking ass fucking hole
(Where you at Rock, where you at)
Where the fuck are you you fucking love me?
Yeah mother fucking right
Where the fuck are you? What are you doing?
(Where you at Rock, where you at)
Fucking some groupie bitch goodbye
Fuck Off you know what I hope your
Fucking dick fucking falls off
(Where you at Rock, where you at)
And when it does
Maybe you'll have some mother
Fucking time for me you fucking asshole
Don't call me no more
(Where you at Rock, where you at) don't call
Don't beg don't call nothing at all, bye



(Where you at Rock, where you at)

Beep yo Rock it's Carp ahh where you at man?
It's about 3 o'clock here in New York
I guess it's about 8 o'clock in London
Ahh your supposed to be at
Abby Road finishing lyrics
(Where you at Rock, where you at)
I just got a call from one of these
Guys and he mentioned that you would
Ahh that you were thinking
About going to Amsterdam
Which I just wanted to let you know
That if you were pondering that
(Where you at Rock, where you at)
That it is not a good idea
We have matchering in three days
(Where you at Rock, where you at)
Ahh just remind you
I'm at the office, see you

Beep where you at rock, where you at
Bobby where are you?
(Where you at Rock, where you at)
It's Sunday afternoon at 4 o'clock
You know I did ask you to be at 3
You promised me you'd be here
(Where you at Rock, where you at)
Were having a special party
For the whole family
It's Father's Day and I'm really upset
(Where you at Rock, where you at) you know
We planned this whole thing around you
Well Father's Day was the other day
And yet you couldn't make it
(Where you at Rock, where you at)
So we made this whole party around you
Now where the hell are you?
(Where you at Rock, where you at)
I'm really gettin a little heated
Please call me right back, now

Answering Machine: Beep rock, it's Kracker
What the fuck are you doing?
(Where you at Rock, where you at)
I'm at the Tellstar
This ghetto ass fucking place with
Four smoking ass freak bitches
Ready to turn them the fuck out
You were supposed to be
Here forty minutes ago
What the fuck are you doin?
Ah call me back ah

Yo, Yo, Yo hey
Hey what the fuck are you doing?
Yo, yo, I'll be right, I'll be right there
Peace

Uh, I grew a herding cattle
I got more rhymes than heroin in Seattle
You want to battle with the Rock quit frontin
I'll spit on your ass and then
Tell you that you ain't nothing
Grab your honey and your beer
And I'll break South
Take your money then I'll tell
Ya get the hell out
I'll put your head out, this is my night
How you going to snap with Rock
When I got the mic
I shot the sheriff and the deputy too
Paid off the feds now it's all about my crew
What you hoes want to do
One at a time or all at once
I'll still roll through your whole crew
Like a south bound trucker
Hoss and mother fuckers take shorts
Mother fuckers take a loss
And when you step with your anger
I'm like the robot from lost in space
(Danger Danger)
I give a warning but if you don't take it
I'll put my arm around your neck like
We're cool then I'll break it
It's all real cop a feel from my steel
Here's the deal when I say clap
Your hands like a seal
Or better yet give respect where it's earned
You'll eat me up I'm like a hot
Pepper and you might get burned
You took a turn for the worse
Walked up in my face rode away in a hearse
Now how you going to front on that
Kid Rock's in the house that's where I'm at

Where you at Rock, where you at
Over here to the rear with your
Girl the fourties of beer
Where you at Rock, where you at
Over there with the bad attitude
Cause I just don't care
Where you at Rock, where you at, Uh
Where you at Rock, where you at

One-two and it don't stop
Three-Four and it don't quit
One-two and it don't stop

From the depths of hell to
God's right hand side
I'm what's left of the get paid
Self made pride
I'll step in stride, I'm raw as cow hide
My first LP is still selling
That ain't no Jive am I the chosen one
Some people aren't getting where
I'm coming from
Or where I'm going to stand back
Kid Rock's in the house that's where I'm at

And I be the long haired
Wizard with the lazy eye
Ask the ladies and they'll tell
You that I'm crazy fly
I'm stepping to the mic like a soldier bro
I hate to sound like a dick
But I told ya so ho
Old Crow and a soul full of desperation
I'm rockin up on the
Mic with no consideration
For you're church or you're family
Ayn Rand couldn't stand me so she banned me
I'm like a dandy lion Jack
You can cut me down and
Then I'll pop right back
And attack from the back like a great white
I'm not down with the scrappin but
I'm down for the gun fight
Behind my back talkin shit
But when I front your ass you
Wanna act like a little bitch
Keep on and get your ass macked
Kid Rock's in the house that's where I'm at

Where you at Rock, where you at
Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh
Where you at Rock, where you at
Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh
Where you at Rock, where you at
Over here, Over here, Uh, Over Here
Where you at Rock, where you at
Over there with the bad attitude
Because I just don't care
Where you at Rock, where you at