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Kid Rock

Grandpa's Jam

 

Grandpa's Jam

(album: Sweet Southern Sugar - 2017)


No I ain't your bro so don't call me brother
'Cause hoes they know I'm one bad motherfucker
Team supreme, so fresh so clean
So pro you know, I'm like Mean Joe Greene
Pass the peas, hold the cheese
You could roll with Rock or you could swing on these
These, these, these nuts
Rocking all you bitches with the old school cuts
So please, please, please shut up
I got a lot of love but I'm all out of fucks
Rolling like the Doobie Brothers
Doing it my way, rocking down the highway
Rolling right through you suckers
Lame duck bitch ass broke motherfuckers

Slow down baby
Slow down baby
Slow down baby
Slow down baby
Slow down baby
Slow down baby
Slow down baby

I'm a true blue-blooded all American bad-ass
I heard you're calling me "white trash"
Come and say it to my face, bitch
And I fuck you in your ass quick with Taylor Swift's dick
They call me "Nutty Professor"
Staring down the barrel of an old Winchester
Another big buck down
So fuck Lady Luck, I don't need her around
Wolfgang Puck
I ain't fucking around
Straight laying it down while you're punching the clown

Slow down baby
Slow down baby
Slow down baby
Slow down baby
Slow down baby
Slow down baby
Slow down baby

Spring time, swing time
Shit I'm a little smarter than your average man
Moonshine, new time, red wine
I rock harder than your memaw's chair

They call me ridge reaper, the stone cold creeper
The pure hardcore thrift store antiquer
But I ain't really got a fuck to give
So I'm a do what I do and do it big, you dig
Hit you with the heavy so it's steady 'cause I'm ready
Yeah I ball like Betty so they call me the "yeti"
Don't dress preppy, ain't never been a Techy
But I got a lot of pennies like J Paul Getty
Don't take selfies, crash like Chelsea Handler
Kiss my ass and don't tempt me
'Cause I ain't scared to straight backhand ya
So motherfucker, don't be fucking with grandpa

[Chorus]
Slow down baby
Slow down baby
Slow down baby
Slow down baby
Slow down baby
Slow down baby
Slow down baby
Slow down baby
Slow down baby
Slow down baby
Slow down baby
Slow down baby
Slow down baby
Slow down baby
Slow down baby
Slow down baby
Slow down baby
Slow down baby
Slow down baby
Slow down baby
Slow down baby

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