Don't Tell Me How To Live

(album: Bad Reputation - 2022)

[Kid Rock (Monster Truck):]
Fuck all you hoes!
Detroit 'til I die, motherfucker!
Talking all that bullshit!
(Ain't nobody gonna tell me how to live!)

[Kid Rock:]
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've 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 news flash!

[Monster Truck:]
Ain't nobody gonna tell me how to live!

[Kid Rock:]
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!"

[Monster Truck:]
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 got the heart of a lion
I get stronger every day

[Kid Rock:]
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 slang 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

[Monster Truck:]
Ain't nobody gonna tell me how to live!