Smokin any thing that I can fit in a pipe
Slammin bottles of tussin and going fishing for pike
Never uptight my high won't permit it
My problem's life but I don't sweat it, just live it
And I'm not your average rapper
Got the same birthdate as Thomas Crapper
So bitch better watch your back
'cause I push more power than a Marshall stack
Never the wack but oh so pesky
Some say I can't flow but mother f*cker don't test me
And if you arrest me you dumb cop
I'll find your daughter and I'll give her this cock
Kid Rock's my mother f*ckin name
Bitch you know me so pass the O.E.
And don't talk about takin me out
'cause I got your girl and I'm makin her shout
Just like a piano I'm really grand
And I got more riffs than Steely Dan
Some friends call me fly
But most just call me when they want to get high
It ain't the disco Cisco Kid mother f*cker
It's the outlasting shotgun-blasting
Dick-swingin' pussy lickin' punk
little skinny mother f*cker and I'm not no hunk
But I got more rhymes than a cornfield stalks
And I turn more tricks than Tony Hawk
Walk with a limp 'cause I pimp like a pro
And if ya dis me punk I'll f*ck your ho
And though you think I'm nothing more than a young punk
I'm like a hound dog chasin a chipmunk
I move quick like a cheetah
And it ain't shit to me to just beat a
M.C. down who looks like a dick
Jumpin 'round like a homo on a pogo stick
Yo rock, What's up stop being a jerk
And just "Give 'em an example of how a D.J. works"
'cause it's blackjack and I got two aces
Been many places seen many faces
And everywhere I go people want to jive
So I keep my fingers on my .45
So don't cross my dusty path
Or I'll put my foot up in crusty ass
Don't front ho pass the jay
Then hear me M.C. and watch me D.J.
To the beat y'all and I won't stop
And I'ma rock this shit till your eardrums pop
Everybody's tryin' to get a piece of the pie
But I don't let bullshit spoil my high
Kid Rock - Pancake Breakfast Lyrics
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Smokin any thing that I can fit in a pipe
Slammin bottles of tussin and going fishing for pike
Never uptight my high won't permit it
My problem's life but I don't sweat it, just live it
And I'm not your average rapper
Got the same birthdate as Thomas Crapper
So bitch better watch your back
'cause I push more power than a Marshall stack
Never the wack but oh so pesky
Some say I can't flow but mother f*cker don't test me
And if you arrest me you dumb cop
I'll find your daughter and I'll give her this cock
Kid Rock's my mother f*ckin name
Bitch you know me so pass the O.E.
And don't talk about takin me out
'cause I got your girl and I'm makin her shout
Just like a piano I'm really grand
And I got more riffs than Steely Dan
Some friends call me fly
But most just call me when they want to get high
It ain't the disco Cisco Kid mother f*cker
It's the outlasting shotgun-blasting
Dick-swingin' pussy lickin' punk
little skinny mother f*cker and I'm not no hunk
But I got more rhymes than a cornfield stalks
And I turn more tricks than Tony Hawk
Walk with a limp 'cause I pimp like a pro
And if ya dis me punk I'll f*ck your ho
And though you think I'm nothing more than a young punk
I'm like a hound dog chasin a chipmunk
I move quick like a cheetah
And it ain't shit to me to just beat a
M.C. down who looks like a dick
Jumpin 'round like a homo on a pogo stick
Yo rock, What's up stop being a jerk
And just "Give 'em an example of how a D.J. works"
'cause it's blackjack and I got two aces
Been many places seen many faces
And everywhere I go people want to jive
So I keep my fingers on my .45
So don't cross my dusty path
Or I'll put my foot up in crusty ass
Don't front ho pass the jay
Then hear me M.C. and watch me D.J.
To the beat y'all and I won't stop
And I'ma rock this shit till your eardrums pop
Everybody's tryin' to get a piece of the pie
But I don't let bullshit spoil my high
Slammin bottles of tussin and going fishing for pike
Never uptight my high won't permit it
My problem's life but I don't sweat it, just live it
And I'm not your average rapper
Got the same birthdate as Thomas Crapper
So bitch better watch your back
'cause I push more power than a Marshall stack
Never the wack but oh so pesky
Some say I can't flow but mother f*cker don't test me
And if you arrest me you dumb cop
I'll find your daughter and I'll give her this cock
Kid Rock's my mother f*ckin name
Bitch you know me so pass the O.E.
And don't talk about takin me out
'cause I got your girl and I'm makin her shout
Just like a piano I'm really grand
And I got more riffs than Steely Dan
Some friends call me fly
But most just call me when they want to get high
It ain't the disco Cisco Kid mother f*cker
It's the outlasting shotgun-blasting
Dick-swingin' pussy lickin' punk
little skinny mother f*cker and I'm not no hunk
But I got more rhymes than a cornfield stalks
And I turn more tricks than Tony Hawk
Walk with a limp 'cause I pimp like a pro
And if ya dis me punk I'll f*ck your ho
And though you think I'm nothing more than a young punk
I'm like a hound dog chasin a chipmunk
I move quick like a cheetah
And it ain't shit to me to just beat a
M.C. down who looks like a dick
Jumpin 'round like a homo on a pogo stick
Yo rock, What's up stop being a jerk
And just "Give 'em an example of how a D.J. works"
'cause it's blackjack and I got two aces
Been many places seen many faces
And everywhere I go people want to jive
So I keep my fingers on my .45
So don't cross my dusty path
Or I'll put my foot up in crusty ass
Don't front ho pass the jay
Then hear me M.C. and watch me D.J.
To the beat y'all and I won't stop
And I'ma rock this shit till your eardrums pop
Everybody's tryin' to get a piece of the pie
But I don't let bullshit spoil my high
Writer: Egar
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Copyright: Lyrics © THE ROYALTY NETWORK INC.