Kid Rock - F-ck Off paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson F-ck Off - Kid Rock



A shimmy shimmy no motherfucking pop hit
It's the k-k-kid rock with the k-k-kid rock shit
I'm on top bitch and rock for tricks
Hella whips and nips and flip trips for whips
I get all the money pussy falls like rain
Been gettin' laid and paid that's why I never complain
If i ain't in it for the money i'm in it for the p
It's 1998 yo and you still can't fuck with me
You don't be fuckin' with the blue eye
Fuckin' with my 2-5 up your fuckin' ass like my shoe size
I got a new vibe, kinda like voodoo
You do what we say and we'll do what we want to
We're fuckin' up your city and we're fuckin' up your progam
Fuckin' all your bitches we can fuckin' give a goddamn
Twisted brown gets down with no assistance
We won't quit until we're banned from existence
Persistance pays if that holds true
Then I'm gonna buy this fuckin' planet before the time I'm through
I was praised and raised on the thoughts of no takings
So let me get what I got comin' and the rest I'm fakin'
I'm shakin' like Jerry Lee Lewis and shit
You act like the motherfucker's brand new at this shit
But I've been true to this shit givin' my heart and soul
Been shinin' like a diamond but gettin' passed as coal
So fuck off
Yeah
With my pants half hangin' off my ass and shit
Bowl filled hash pockets stuffed with cash
I be the mushroom trippin' sippin' shots of jack
'Cause the kids don't listen gettin' lots of flack
I be the do wa diddy up and down you block and
The 10 karat kid with my triggers cockin'
The K the I the D, R-O-C-K motherfucker and you still don't know me
So blow me bitch I don't rock for cancer
I rock for the cash and the topless dancers
Don't have no answers so pass the joint
I'm just paid in full and made in Detroit
I ride like Senna in the Indy 5
And get live with that which gets me high
Strive for perfection this much is true
We do what we say you say what we do
Kid Rock I couldn't be no bozo
And I get too much p to ever be-
Rock from Soho to Arizona
I'm an easy rider dreamin' of Wynonna
I roam the country like a Greyhound bus
Put faith in lust and in god I trust
I'm not Peter Pan I don't fuck with fairies
But I bust more rhymes than virgin cherries
And Harry Carey couldn't call my game
Fucked so many hoes I'm in the hall of fame
And I show no shame from coast to coast
I don't mean to brag, but I like to boast
Fuck off
Yeah right in your mother fuckin' ass bitch
With that Detroit City shit ain't shit switched we're on the same script
Nothing new since '76, Kid Rock
Yo Slim Shady come break these motherfuckers off
Yo tell the world to hold their breath they're breathing the wrong air
This planet belongs to me and this hippy with long hair
Two white boys who spike punch and like noise
Hang around drugs loud music and like noise
Slim Shady and Brown Trucker another bunch of motherfuckers
Who hate the world just as much as each other
And I ain't leaving this party tonight
'Til I see some naked bitches dancin' around drunk touchin' each other
Rum and Pepsi got your whole perception of me sketchy
'Cause when I stage dive people are scared to catch me
'Cause all I do is curse and fuck
So when I do 'shrooms you all better give me two rooms
'Cause I'm fuckin' the first one up
So when you see me on your block you better lock your cars
'Cause you know I'm losin' it when I'm rappin' to rock guitars
This is for children who break rules
People that straight fool
And ever single teenager that hates school
Fuck off
Bitch
You fucking ass, fucking ho
Where the fuck are you
You fuckin' love me? Yeah motherfucking right
Where the fuck are you? What're you doin'?
Fuckin' some fuckin' groupie bitch? Fine
Fuck off, you know what? I hope your fucking dick fucking falls off
And with that maybe you might have some motherfucking time for me
You fucking asshole, don't call me, alright?
Don't call, don't beg, don't call
Not me, at all. Bye
Yo Rock, it's Carp
Uh, where you at man? It's about 3 0'clock here in New York
I guess about 8 o'clock in London
Uh, you're supposed to be at Abbey Road finishing these mixes
I just got a call from one of these wash guys and you mentioned that you would
Uh, said that you were thinking 'bout going down to Amsterdam
Just wanted to know if you are pondering that
That that is not a good idea
We have mastering in three days
Uh, just reminding you. Any buzz, at the office. See you
Bobby, where are you? It's Sunday afternoon
Four o'clock, you know I did ask you to be here at three
You promised me you'd be here
We're having a special party for the whole family
It's father's day and I'm really upset
You know we planned this whole thing around you
Well father's day was the other day and yet you couldn't make it
So we made this whole party around you
Now where the hell are ya? I'm really getting a little heated
Please call me right back, now
Rock, it's Cracker
The fuck are you doin'?
I'm at the Telstar, this ghetto ass fucking place with four smoking ass free bitches
Ladies turn up the fuck out
You're supposed to be here 40 minutes ago what the fuck are you doin'
Uh, call me back and the
Oh yo yo hey, yo, I'll be right there
Aight, seeya




Kid Rock - Devil Without a Cause
Album Devil Without a Cause
date de sortie
18-08-1998




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