Devil Without A Cause

Kid Rock

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    You knew that I was coming 'cause you heard my name
    But you don't know my game You never felt my pain
    Can't read my brain but you read my lips
    And got scared when you heard that I was coming with hits
    Now don't even trip, be a man instead
    Give thanks I'm alive when I should be dead
    Uh! I'm in the red 'cause my mind's distortin'
    People claimin' that they know me, but they only know a portion

    I'm gonna move mountains and touch the sun
    Don't get scared now, you knew this day would come
    So hold your bids, all bets are closed
    And fuck all you hoes!!!!

    'Cause it's been a long time comin'
    But I finally broke like an egg yolk I ain't no joke
    Like some uncut dope motherfucker, Kid Rock's to blame
    Same game, same name, ain't a damn thing changed
    No sell-out, I ain't no hoe, fuck the radio I'm comin' fromthat
    R-O-M-E-O

    Watch me throw like a fist of rage
    Self-made and paid and sold off 12 gauges
    Up that ass for the 9-8
    Never fake, shake, straight from the Great Lakes
    Seven years on wax comin' correct
    Flat out you diss me punk
    That's when I pull the strap out

    And I get to buck-buck-bucking im fuck-fuck-fucking your hoes
    'Cause they know who's runnin' this shit, Top Dog I'm the C-E-O
    Role model, your mother-fucking H-E-R-O

    My motto, "Be Cool - Keep Pimpin'."
    Don't sleep, we roll deep in a Lincoln
    Four Vogues on a hundred spokes
    We bust way more Beavers in Top Dog Coats
    We float like butterflies, sting like queen bees
    Strapped with A-K's straight from the Chinese

    What the fuck's goin' on in the D
    Bunch of white boys pimpin' like the K-I-D
    And it's all good I got love for my honkeys
    We roll thick kick ass like doggies
    Anybody fuck's with you and I'm gonna mack 'em

    Chorus

    Devil without a cause...I'm going platinum
    I'm going Platinum (DEVIL)
    I'm going Platinum (DEVIL)
    We're going platinum (DEVIL)
    Devil without a cause I'm going platinum

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    Yeah we come to party, so get down everybody
    Yeah we come to party

    [Kid Rock]

    I went from St. Claire shores and drink specials at Winners
    To New York City and $700 dinners
    From hangin' with sinners and second hand cheap sex
    To gettin' much respect from top record execs.
    The cool Kid's claimin' up to call you out
    So shut up now or put my balls in your mouth

    Bet that ass hoss I ain't forgot
    When I was tossed in the bomb and left to rot

    Used to call me funny when my nose was fucking runny
    Now my fuckin' bunnies gettin' fuckin' Matchbox 20 money
    Motherfuckers want to claim they're down
    But when I was broke and down I never seen them around
    All the shit we talked, all the shit we dreamed
    I did it without you got a brand new team
    No triple beams it seems like a movie
    Bought two cribs, droptop, and jacuzzi

    No more fluzzies only high class hoes
    A Couple when it rains and a few when it snows
    A brand new nose to go along with my habit
    And a garden hose made out of 24 karat
    Bought a couple parots that like to squak
    And they sound like you and all the shit you talk
    Step inside my shoes, you couldn't fill a dot
    You're too old to kid,too soft to rock

    Already did what most love shout
    7 years on wax and I still ain't sold out
    And there ain't no doubt in my mind
    That I'm gonna stomp all over you test of time

    Chorus:

    I'm go platinum
    I'm go platinum
    I'm go platinum
    We're going platinum
    Devil without a cause I'm going platinum

    [Kid Rock]

    Straight out of the streets of Taylor
    3 foot high ready to get fly Joe C

    [Joe C]

    I'm the J-O-E to the C hoe
    Call me Joe C got more game than Coleco
    I'm a freak hoe call me sick
    Three foot nine with a ten foot dick
    The ladies pick, I'm a crazy hick
    And rake through kind like a bum through wine
    It's my time so I'm gonna shine like glass
    Old as piss, but small as ass
    Watch me cash smoke some hash
    You're raking grass while I'm raking cash
    High-ass voice just like Aaron Nevelle
    And I'm down with The Devil

    Say we like to party, rock the party
    We like to party, rock the party
    We like to party, rock the party
    We like to party, rock the party
    You like to party, rock the party
    We like to party, rock the party
    You like to party, rock the party
    Devil without a cause I'm going platinum

    Song details

    Composition: Robert J. Ritchie and T. Shaw

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