Paid

(album: Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp - 1996)

Kid Rock, and I got all the hoes saying
(Fuck me, baby, Kid Rock, come fuck me, baby
Fuck me, baby, fuck me, baby, all-night long
Fuck me, baby, Kid Rock, come fuck me, baby
Fuck me, baby, fuck me 'til the break of dawn)

And while you're out gang-banging trying to catch a murder case
Your ho's on my couch getting fucked in the face
Bumping to the bass of some old-school rap jams (say what?)
This ain't tennis, but, yo, I'll use my back hand
On any grown man who tries to check Rock
I wanna head-bang, I gotta hip-hop
'Cause I'mma stick with what got me paid
Licking that coochie with the high-top fade
I'm self-made like Henry Ford
I'm on this mic, but it feels like I been here before
I want more than the next man
Respect, plus the cash, big checks, and
Mack on hoes like Rudy Ray
'Cause the reach-around just sounds so gay (hm!)
I don't even swing that way
I told you hoes before I'm the K
I to the D, R-O-C-K'ing
Rhyme saying, guitar playing
Turntable spinning at a basement jam
No fame, no money, but you wouldn't understand
What it's like to be so real
You got the beats and the rhymes, but you ain't got no feel
I don't need no fancy music to make mine
Just a beat and a funky-ass bass line
Drop a couple cuts on this track
8-tracks to the motherfucking wax
So while you're making records that don't recoup
I'm in the house getting paid like Snoop

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Kid Rock, and I got all the hoes saying
(Fuck me, baby, Kid Rock, come fuck me, baby
Fuck me, baby, fuck me, baby, all-night long
Fuck me, baby, Kid Rock, come fuck me, baby
Fuck me, baby, fuck me 'til the break of dawn
Ooh, oh, yeah, all-night long)

I want my khakis washed, starched, and creased
I want an order of fries with a side of grease
I wish for peace throughout this land
I want the whole fucking world in my hands
I want a band like the U.S. funk mob
See, I can rap, I don't have to lay sod
Just to make ends meet
October 31st, yelling, "Trick-or-treat!"
(Oh, aren't you a little old to be trickin')
You see my mask and bag, bitch, I ain't bull-shitting
Hitting home runs like Rusty Staub
I'm kinda anal, 'cause I ain't no fucking slob
I'm the cradle that's able to rock any format
But still I'm labeled, and treated like a doormat
Where's the whores at? Westside
Hoes like cars, so I ride 'em for a test drive
I'm like a Pringle, I won't go soft
I got a new jingle, I'm about to go off
Hey, ho, check it out
I'd really like to turn you out
And if you'd be good to me
I'll yodel in your valley
Kid Rock ain't nothing nice
Got the soft porn booming with the beans and rice
Got a head full of lice 'cause I'm such a scum
Got a pocket full of money, but I'm dressed like a bum
Got a business mind, so if I lose the funk
I'll still be in the house getting paid like Trump

(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Kid Rock, and I got all the hoes saying
(Fuck me, baby, Kid Rock, come fuck me, baby
Fuck me, baby, fuck me, baby, all-night long
Fuck me, baby, Kid Rock, come fuck me, baby
Fuck me, baby, fuck me 'til the break of dawn)

Oh yeah, come on, come on, baby, all-night long
Fuck me, baby, fuck me, baby
Come on, come on, come on, all-night long