Forever

(album: Cocky - 2001)

Ha-ha
Ooh, I'm back (back), the fog is lifted
The earth has shifted, and raise the gifted
You knew I'd be back, so pack your bone
And hit the road Jack, because daddy's home
With the funky hot grits, thick like Al Roker
Pumping out hits, getting chips like Oprah
Bitch I told ya, do not hate
Or question the music I make, ugh

I make punk rock, and I mix it with the hip-hop
I get you higher than a tree top
You want to roll with the Kid Rock (yeah!)
I make southern rock, and I mix it with the hip-hop
Got money like Fort Knox, I'll forever be the Kid Rock
Forever!

The junky's are, still cigar smoking
Still the same 'cause I ain't change nutting
Huffing, and puffing; I got two rookies
All in check doing the redneck boogie
The king is back, to retract the wack
Re-pack my sack, with the double fat back
Forget all that, I'm still singing (yeah!)
And like kids on monkey bars I'm still swinging
Thought I got dusty, thought I'd get rusty
Thought I'd get rich and quit, oh he must be
Fat and ugly, broke black and blue
But I'm trim fit, rich and back for round two
Red, white and the Pabst Blue Ribbon
Dead right, that's how I'm living
Giving you more, that the frauds and fakes
They can't make the kinda music I make, eh-huh

I make punk rock, and I mix it with the hip-hop
I get you higher than a tree top
You want to roll with the Kid Rock (yeah!)
I make southern rock, and I mix it with the hip-hop
Got money like Fort Knox, I'll forever be the Kid Rock
Forever!

The black cat is back, in original form
The legible, credible, inevitable storm
Way past the normal, still misbehaving
Finger in the air and the flag still waving
Don't come, don't test the boss
Because I got this sewn like Betsy Ross
You can floss and front, you can taunt and tease
But you can't fuck with rhymes like these
Thumping like a drum kit with wrists that slit picks
Bumping for the kids who twist, spliff and sips fifth
I got the gift I'm about to unravel
(Eight ball, side pocket) Eight ball in my jacket
Pussy and blow, you know how I live
"You can't say that Kid," fuck off, I just did
Watch me twirl, the earl, the pearl
Or just keep on Kid-Rocking in the free world

-punk rock, and I mix it with the hip-hop
I get you higher than a tree top
You want to roll with the Kid Rock (yeah!)
I make southern rock, and I mix it with the hip-hop
Got money like Fort Knox, I'll forever be the Kid Rock
Forever!

Punk rock forever! Hip-hop forever!
Tree top forever! Kid Rock! (yeah!)