Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp

This is the true story about MackinCheck it, times are changin'

Talk about it, more so each year

But the early mornin', stoned pimp is here, yeah

So let it rain, and let the guitar rockAnd if ya hear me yawn, just drop that top

Come on, girl, hey, hey, hey

Well, well, well, well, hey, hey, hey

Well well well well, well, come on, girl, yeahAnd I be catchin' them northern pike, like on a ten pound test

Possess, never fess, take a guess, I be the early mornin'

Stoned pimp, straight limpin', Boone's farm drinkin'

At the party big booty pinchin', chillin', like a villain, balloon fillin'Whack MC killin', the fine hoe drillin' with the million dollar talent

And the ten cent brain, been gone too long, too much cocaine

But now that I'm back, on the block, I'm ready to rock

Left to right, all night, my game's tight, I wish you mightTake a bite, out of this here toxic, melodic, neurotic product

Fresh from the harvest, who'll be the largest, hardest, smartest

Label in town, top dog get down, uhh, radio won't play me

But still I got the kids around the world goin' Kid Rock crazyin'Wicked witches be flyin' on broomsticks, Kid Rock be comin'

With the boom, boom, boom biatch, I from the sticks biatch

Straight from the RO, Kid Rock I ain't s no bitch

Ahh, yes you are hoe, so quit frontin' like y'all don't knowWhen I step straight into the party with my homeboy Tino

What's up? so get a good look bro, get a good gander

I'm made in Detroit, but my name ain't Stanzler

Spreadin' like a cancer, a virus, while you're lookin' really gayLike fuckin' Billy Ray Cyrus, I'm the highest MC of all time

Got my mind on the D and the D on my mind

And the line gets drawn when my eyes can't see

Hit me twice with the tussin' and the morphine IVI be, what they call an OG bitch

I'm the motherfuckin' early mornin' stoned pimp

Say what?One time for you

Now throw your hands in the air and let's rock y'all

Just throw your hands up high, hip hop y'all

Just throw your hands in the air and let's rock y'all

Because a Detroit party don't stop y'allJust throw your hands up high, let's rock y'all

Just throw your hands side to side, hip hop y'all

Just throw your hands up high, let's rock y'all

Because a Kid Rock party don't stop y'allNow I'm the self made mack on a mountain on Mars

Got the money green, cut it with the high roll gloss

A Lincoln Continental and a grand Marquis

Rag top, drop down, rollin' on chrome D's biatchThe purple furs and the gold trim glasses

I only bust the fat asses, and I don't be givin' a fuck

Who da hell can rap better than me, 'cause I'm a true

Fuckin' player and I mack like a real G H I J K L M N O PIs for pimpin', early mornin' stoned pimpin'

I been down, been around

From the bottom to the top

Partyin' down with the slimmies in the cities that I rockSo ahh, ooh baby, baby, baby let me love ya

Or if you wanna get your freak on, I'll just fuck ya

With the ooh, ahh, ooh, ooh, ooh ahh, biatch, shit

I'm the early mornin' stoned pimpHey, hey, hey come on yo

Now throw your hands in the air and let's rock y'all

Just throw your hands up high, hip hop y'all

Just throw your hands in the air and let's rock y'all

Because a Detroit party don't stop y'allJust throw your hands up high, let's rock y'all

Just throw your hands side to side, hip hop y'all

Just throw your hands in the air, let's rock y'all

Because a Kid Rock party don't stop y'allI'm Joe C bitch, let me get them damn tits

I might be a little small hoe but I ain't no goddamn midget

So stick it up your ass where the sun don't shine

I'm vertically challenged, you're vertically blindI'm three foot nine, it's ten foot long

I'm gonna smack that ass after I pack this bong

I can flow on like all night long

Till the break of dawn, till the early mornI'm a thorn in your side, can you feel me stickin'

Eighty pills a day bitch, I ain't bullshittin'

So groove baby, groove baby call your momma

I'm like Charlie hooker girlI got the boogie drama

With the boogie drama, what?

With the boogie drama, yeah

With the boogie drama, ohh, yeahRidin' around the neighborhood

Me and Kid Rock were up to no good

With the boogie drama, yeah

With your leather miniskirt and we got some winePlayin' the radio, ya look so fine

With the boogie drama, yeah

Well, well, well ohh, baby

Let's get funky, that's my jobPunchin nine to five, seven times, times twenty four, times twelve

Day in and day out

Well, with the boogie drama

With the boogie drama