American Bad Ass

Yeah! And I've set up and torn down this stage with my own two hands
We've traveled this land packed tight in minivans
And all this for the fans, girls, money, and fame
I play their game, and then they scream my name
I will show no shame, I live and die for this
If I come off soft, then chew on this
Are you scared?

Devil without cause, and I'm back
With the beaver hats and Ben Davis slacks
30-pack of Stroh's, 30-pack of hoes
No rogaine in the propane flows
Chosen one, I'm the living proof
With the gift of gab from the city of truth
I jabbed and stabbed and knocked critics back
And I did not stutter when I said that
I'm goin platinum selling rhymes
I went platinum seven times
And still they ill they wanna see us fry
I guess because of only God knows why
Why why why why

Ohhhhh
They call me cowboy, I'm the singer in black
Throw a finger in the air, let me see where you're at
And say (Hey, hey)
Let me hear where you're at and say (Hey, hey)
I'm giving it back so say (Hey, hey)
Show me some metal and say (Hey, hey, hey, hey)
(Fuck all y'all)

I like AC/DC and ZZ Top
Bocephus, Beasties, and the Kings of Rock
Skynyrd, Seger, Limp, Korn, the Stones
David Allan Coe, and No Show Jones
Yeah! Pass that bottle around
Got the rock from Detroit and soul from Motown
The underground stoned fucking pimp
With tracks that mack and slap back the whack
Never gayed away, I don't play with ass
But watch me rock with Liberace flash
Punk rock the Clash, boy bands are trash
I like Johnny Cash and Grandmaster Flash

Ohhhhh
They call me cowboy, I'm the singer in black
Throw a finger in the air, let me see where you're at
And say "Hey, hey"
Let me hear where you're at and say (Hey, hey)
I'm giving it back so say (Hey, hey)
Show me some metal and say (Hey, hey, hey, hey)

Yeah, I saw your band
Jumping around on stage like a bunch of wounded ducks (Psh!)
When you gonna learn sucker?
You just can't fuck with Twisted Brown Trucker!

I'm an American Bad Ass, watch me kick
You can roll with Rock or you can suck my dick
I'm a porno flick, I'm like Amazing Grace
I'm gonna fuck some hoes after I rock this place
Super fly living double wide
Side car on my Glide so Joe C can ride
Full sack to share, bringin flash and flair
Got the long hair swinging, middle finger in the air
Snake skin suit, 65 Chevelle
See me ride in sin hear the rebel yell
I won't live to tell, so if you do
Give the next generation a big "Fuck you!"
Who knew I'd blow up like Oklahoma
Said fuck high school, pissed on my diploma
Smell the aroma, check my hits
I know it stinks in here, cause I'm the shit

Ohhhhh
They call me cowboy, I'm the singer in black
Throw a finger in the air, let me see where you're at
And say (Hey, hey)
Let me hear where you're at and say (Hey, hey)
I'm giving it back so say (Hey, hey)
Show me some metal and say (Hey, hey, hey, hey)

I'm a cowboy, bad ass in black singing
(Hey, hey, hey, hey)
From side to side, from front to back Say
(Hey, hey, hey, hey)
I put Detroit City back on the map by singing
(Hey, hey, hey, hey)
Kid Rock's in the house and that's where I'm at!