Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp (Live)

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 rock
And 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, yeah
And 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,
Boones 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 *******
But now that
Im back, on the block,
Im ready to rock
Left to right , all night, my games tight,
I wish you might
Take a bite, out of this here toxic, melodic, neurotic product
Fresh from the harvest, wholl be the largest, hardest, smartest
Label in town, top dog get down, uhh, radio wont 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 aint s no *****
Ahh, yes you are hoe, so quit frontin like yall dont know
When I step straight into the party with my homeboy
TinoWhats up? so get a good look bro, get a good gander
Im made in
Detroit, but my name aint
StanzlerSpreadin like a cancer, a virus, while youre lookin really gay
Like ******
Billy Ray
Cyrus, Im 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 cant see
Hit me twice with the tussin and the morphine
IVI be, what they call an
OG ******m the ************ early mornin stoned pimp
Say what?One time for you
Now throw your hands in the air and lets rock yall
Just throw your hands up high, hip hop yall
Just throw your hands in the air and lets rock yall
Because a
Detroit party dont stop yall
Just throw your hands up high, lets rock yall
Just throw your hands side to side, hip hop yall
Just throw your hands up high, lets rock yall
Because a
Kid Rock party dont stop yall
Now Im the self made mack on a mountain on
MarsGot the money green, cut it with the high roll gloss
A Lincoln
Continental and a grand
MarquisRag top, drop down, rollin on chrome
Ds biatch
The purple furs and the gold trim glasses
I only bust the fat asses, and
I dont be givin a ****
Who da hell can rap better than me, cause
Im a true
*** *** player and
I mack like a real
G H I J K
L M N O PIs forpimpin, 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,
Ill just **** ya
With the ooh, ahh, ooh, ooh, ooh ahh, biatch, ****
Im the early mornin stoned pimp
Hey, hey, hey come on yo
Now throw your hands in the air and lets rock yall
Just throw your hands up high, hip hop yall
Just throw your hands in the air and lets rock yall
Because a
Detroit party dont stop yall
Just throw your hands up high, lets rock yall
Just throw your hands side to side, hip hop yall
Just throw your hands in the air, lets rock yall
Because a
Kid Rock party dont stop yall
Im Joe C *****, let me get them damn tits
I might be a little small hoe but
I aint no goddamn midget
So stick it up your ass where the sun dont shine
Im vertically challenged, youre vertically blind
Im three foot nine, its ten foot long
Im 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 morn
Im a thorn in your side, can you feel me stickin
Eighty pills a day *****,
I aint bullshittin
So groove baby, groove baby call your momma
Im like Charlie hooker girl
I got the boogie drama
With the boogie drama, what?
With the boogie drama, yeah
With the boogie drama, ohh, yeah
Ridin 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 wine
Playin the radio, ya look so fine
With the boogie drama, yeah
Well, well, well ohh, baby
Lets get funky, thats my job
Punchin nine to five, seven times, times twenty four, times twelve
Day in and day out
Well, with the boogie drama
With the boogie drama