Where You At Rock

(álbum: Devil Without A Cause - 1998)

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 motherfucking 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 motherfucking 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
Ah where you at man?
It's about 3 o'clock here in New York
I guess it's about 8 o'clock in London
Ah 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
Ah that you were thinking about gonna 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 mastering in three days
(Where you at Rock, where you at)
Ah just remind you
I'm at the office, see you

(Where you at Rock, where you at)

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 getting a little heated
Please call me right back, now

(Where you at Rock, where you at)

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 doing?
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
Aight
See ya
Peace

Uh, I grew up herding cattle
I got more rhymes than heroin in Seattle
You wanna battle with the Rock quit fronting
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 gonna 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 wanna do
One at a time or all at once I'll still roll through your whole crew
Like a south bound trucker
Hoss and motherfuckers take shorts
Motherfuckers 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 worst
Walked up in my face rode away in a hearse
Now how you gonna 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 forties 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 gonna stand back
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 the forties 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...uh
Where you at Rock, where you at
Rock the house yo
Come on

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 rocking 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 scrapping but I'm down for the gun fight
Behind my back talking 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)
(Where you at Rock, where you at)
Over here to the rear with the forties 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
Over here

Over here, uh, over here

(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, 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