Is That You? (Remix)

Aw shit
Mike E. Clark bringing that old shit back
Remix

Violent J, Violent J, is that you?
I'm on the microphone, so what'cha wanna do?
Violent J, Violent J, is that you?
A wicked, wicked clown painted just for you

I drink Faygo it's only a buck ten
I'm a pour it on your tits when we fucking
Cause I'm with that kinky shit, ho
I can see you butt naked in your window
Shimmy up the house side dash
Knock and I press my nuts on the glass
Let me in, hoe, don't ya know
I'm Violent J of the ICP, yo
I got me a check let's cash it
If I could spend it with the hoes on Gratiot
But don't get all geeked slut
Cause I'm a buy ya some lava to wash your butt
What's this clown shit about?
A knife to your neck and your throats hanging out
With a do-me-ray
Now it's about time I say

Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you?
Yeah, let me tell ya what I wanna do
Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you?
Yodilay, yodilay, yodilay yooohoooo!

Fronting, they fronting, everybody's fronting
Violent Violent J is gonna tell ya something
If ya know a bitch who got grits
Kid Rock, Kid Rock will probably eat that shit
Boohoo motherfucker what'cha cry for
I'm that nigga that your bitch would die for
The whore showed up at my front door
So I fucked her in the ass and I threw her out the backdoor
The bitch thought it was a cake drive
She said drive me to the city
So I dropped her off at Lakeside
You driving me home, well I meant ta
But plans have changed now get your ass out the Sempta
Hoe, this ain't no taxi
I be macking hoes, they don't mack me!

"Never slacking, hoes I be macking"
"Yeah, Kid Rock, Kid Rock"
"Never slacking, hoes I be macking"
"Violent J serving ghetto hard street shit"
"The funk, the funk, the funk from the old days"
"Violent J serving ghetto hard street shit"
"The funk from the old days"

Well, I'm up for the shot in a minute
Show me a valley, I might yodel in it
Like somebody else I know
I been to Mount Clemens I've been to Romeo-meomeo
Wicked clowns gonna flow for ya some
Three for the treble, eight for the drum
Five for the homies that I run with
Bitch, call your mother cause you're done with
Toe tip-toe, I snuck in your house
And fell asleep butt naked on the front couch
So, excuse me, pops, I'm napping
So could ya shut the fuck up with that yapping
And your wife's all worked up for nothing
She act like she ain't never seen a wang or something
Cause it really don't matter
I'm a show my nuts to innocent bystander
Every fucking day!
Cause it's about time I say

Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you?
Yeah, let me tell you what I wanna do
Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you?
I just said it was motherfucker

Skinny dipping in the pool, you know I drown hoes
Fuck 'em doggy style and play that ass like a bongo
*Bongo drums* Hit it, hit hi-hit it
Hitting homeruns and I never whiff, hoe
Smoke my dick like it's a big spliff
This ain't a blooper and I'm no joker
But I can shoot a nut 50 foot like the Supersoaker
But I won't pull it out for no cheap joke
Instead I play John Holmes in a sequel to Deep Throat
Taste the nut in your mouth, just to school ya
But ho, don't let the smooth taste fool ya!
Don't let the smooth taste fool ya
Don't let the smooth taste fool ya
Fool ya, fool ya, chicka fool ya fool ya... fucking fool!
Don't let the smooth taste fool ya...

Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you?
Yeah, let me tell ya what I wanna do
Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you?
Yodilay, yodilay, yodilay yooohoooo!
Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you?
Yeah, let me tell ya what I wanna do
Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you?
Yodilay, yodilay, yodilay yooohoooo!