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Kid Rock Freestyle 2014

 

Kid Rock Freestyle 2014


We all know exactly who I am
Only in L.A. (Yeah)
Who the hell are you?

Stick up kid on a rooftop
I scope a dead man while he still breathe (Naw Bitch)
No tax on it, it's a flat rate
Flatline and get (future get the fucking duct tape)
I'm the anti-Slim Shady
White Trash in my yard, get the gat, Baby
You get popped on the curb, feel the fire
While I deny my identity, Bitch, I'm Bill Myer
Bloody mask and a gold ring
Choke a politician out, it's a Black thing

Niggas yelling action but I'm not acting
Rednecks hanging from a tree while I'm laughing
Say my name
Indistinguishable vocal sample
Niggas know I'm too hot to handle
Hit the drive-by on the Hollywood sign
Straight dumping out the roof screaming "Fuck Lee Daniels"

Keep thinking they your friends
Keep thinking they your friends
Keep thinking they your friends, nigga [x3]

I don't wanna be a star
I just wanna grip a 5th, shoot a cop car
Kid Rock called, said he was a rockstar
The check ran out, he ain't Black anymore
Fake Cracker from Detroit talking stupid
I got a full clip for that diet Ted Nugent
White Trash Icon, Wigga-fied pussy
Put yo head on a stick, fuck nigga don't push me
Strapped to the T, guns in the air
I hope you shoot well 'cause bitch, I ain't a deer
Wiggas talk shit 'til the shit gets real
This ain't a diss, White boy, you getting killed
You was in the house, Cracker, I was in the field
I got a sixth sense, smell a Trust Fund Kid like a meal
So fuck Lynyrd Skynyrd, fuck your flag and [?]
Watch your mouth or I'll send your pussy ass up to Cracker Heaven (Bitch, BITCH)

Keep thinking they your friends
Keep thinking they your friends
Keep thinking they your friends, nigga [x3]

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