American Bad Ass

Kid Rock

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    Yeah
    And I've set up and tore down this stage with my own two hands
    We've travel this land packed tight in mini vans
    And all this for the fans, girls, money and fame
    I played their game
    And as they scream my name
    I will show no shame
    I live and die for this
    And if I come off soft
    Then chew on this!

    Are you scared?

    Devil without a cause
    And I'm back with the beaver hats
    And ben davis slacks
    30 packs of Stroh's
    30 pack of hoes
    No rogaine in the propane flow
    The chosen one
    I'm the living proof
    With the gift of gab
    From the city of truth
    I jabbed and stabbed
    And knocked critics backs
    And I did not stutter when I said that
    I'm going platinum
    Sellin' rhymes
    I went platinum
    Seven times
    And still they ill
    They wanna see us fry
    I guess because only God knows why
    Why, why, why, why, why

    Oh
    They call me cowboy
    I'm the singer in black
    So throw a finger in the air and let me see where you're at
    Say (hey hey}
    Let me hear where you're at
    And say (hey hey)
    I'm givin it back
    So say (hey hey)
    Show me some metal
    And say (hey, hey, hey, hey)

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    I like AC/DC and ZZ Top
    Bocephus, Beasties and the kings of rock
    Skynyrd, Seger, Limp, Korn, The Stones
    David Allen Coe and No Show Jones
    Yah
    Pass that bottle around
    I got the rock from Detroit
    The soul from Motown
    The underground stoned fuckin pimp
    We trash the mack and slap back the wack
    Never gay no way
    I don't play with ass
    But watch me rock with Liberace flash
    Punk rock the clash
    Boy bands are trash
    I like Johnny Cash and Grand Master Flash
    Flash, flash, flash, flash

    Oh
    They call me cowboy
    I'm the singer in black
    So throw a finger in the air and let me see where you're at
    Say (hey hey)
    Let me hear where your at
    And say (hey hey)
    I'm givin it back
    So say (hey hey)
    Show me some metal and say (hey hey hey hey)

    Uh uh uh gat!

    Yeah, I saw your band
    Jumpin around on stage like a bunch of wounded ducks
    When you gonna learn sucker?
    You just can't fuck with
    Twisted Br-br-br-brown Brown Trucker

    I'm an American bad ass
    Watch me kick
    You can roll with rock
    Or you can suck my dick
    I'm a porno flick
    I'm like amazing grace
    I'm gonna fuck some hoe's
    After I rock this place
    Super fly
    Livin double wide
    Side car my glide
    So Joe C can ride
    Full sack to share
    Bringin flash and flare
    I got the long hair swingin middle finger in the air
    Snakeskin suits, 65 Chevelle's
    See me ride in sin
    Hear the rebel yell
    I won't live to tell
    So if you do
    Give the next generation a big fuck you
    Who knew I'd blow up like Oklahoma
    I said fuck high school
    Pissed on my diploma
    Smell the aroma
    Check my hits
    I know it stinks in here
    'Cause I'm the shit shit shit shit shit

    Oh they call me cowboy
    I'm the singer in black
    So throw a finger in the air, let me see where you're at
    Say (hey hey)
    Let me hear where you're at
    Say (hey hey)
    I'm givin' it back so say (hey hey)
    Show me some metal and say (hey hey hey hey)

    I'm a cowboy
    Bad ass in black
    Singin' (hey hey hey hey)
    From side to side
    From front to back
    Say (hey hey hey hey)
    I put Detroit city back on the map
    And singin' (hey hey hey hey)
    Kid Rock's in the house
    And thats where I'm at

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    Composition: James Hetfield, Metallica, and Kid Rock

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