Freestyle Rhyme

(album: Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp - 1996)

Kid Rock, I'm gonna rock the house, bitch
It goes, 1 for the treble, and 2 for the bass
And the blue-eyed devil's gonna rock this place
'Cause I don't give a damn what ya label me
I'm still able G, to wreck the whole party
Got my cards on the table, it's a Royal Flush
In God I trust, and it's a must I bust
The angel dust and the strychnine
A big bag of 'shrooms and the Boone's wine
Never uptight, see I'm that light that shines
Lady's always asking me "What's your sign?"
I'm a Capricorn, not a Taurus
I'm the oriental lick master from the forest
I'm the poorest, sorest, looser that you ever saw
But watch out slick, I'm quick on the draw
And I'll be blasting the fools like this
Pop, pop, pop, pop... shit!
Rocks no joke, I go straight for the throat
Chilling it late on my old mans boat
I hate to grin about the girls I got
1-2-3-4-5-6-7 yo I got a whole lot
Straight pimping, can't stop this
So when I get low on dough, I make my ho's dance topless
Watch me rock this, I'm far from spotless
I'm really kinda dirty, flipping you the birdy
Rolling on chrome Ds
Bumping them motherfucking Beasties
I see these MCs laugh at Rock
But I'm nuclear
Feel the wrath of the after shock
'Cause after Rock, rocks the spot, I leave the whole crowd hot
On the mic with my nuts in my hand
With the sluts backstage, hitting nuts on demand
That could never be a buster, a straight hustler
I got a good bitch, but I still don't trust her
Let me lay it on the line
I'm just another kid with the freestyle rhyme

Freestyle rhyme, freestyle rhyme
I'm just another kid with the freestyle rhyme
Freestyle rhyme, freestyle rhyme
I'm just another kid trying to get mine

I gave an invitation to the president, just for kicks
It said "You're cordially invited to suck my dick"
I'mma tripping, true as this
I got mill in the bank, 'cause I make so much sense
Hell bent, and I'm whisky bound
Is there anything wacker than a wicked clown? No
Some people just don't get it
They got no talent so they hide behind a gimmick
And rock with it
It's a shame, but who's to blame
I got a C note brain, steel veins
I got love for everyone
Just don't get dumb, 'cause if ya get dumb, ya get done
From the jimmy to the beach, to the bum
From the fist, to the bat, to a gat to the hand grenades
You can't fade me, I'm down for mine
And the hate in the world, is the sign of the times
Let me lay it on the line
I'm just another kid with the freestyle rhyme

Freestyle rhyme, freestyle rhyme
I'm just another kid with the freestyle rhyme
Freestyle rhyme, freestyle rhyme
I'm just another kid trying to get mine

Now I'm the highest, flyest MC in town
The scratchinist, most smackinest MC around
Heaven senting, representing always
Your on MTV, radio, game all crazed
I blaze spliffs, drink, 45 OZs
Got the lady's breaking with thie strip-tease
24 on a 12 step relapse
Filling [?] and empty knee caps
I'll be back if I don't make green
With the funky rhymes and the no sell out themes
I have dreams and aspirations
My graduation, was from pimp of the county to pimp of the nation
Damnation is shocking signs
From the Kid Rock flows, to the free style rhymes