Everything I do Gonna be funny
New Player on the field so yield and get back
To the wall
Cuz I'm playin Ya all
Like a game
K-I-D is the name
Some complain
And they got a little fame
And its a shame
For what its worth
I'm down to earth
Pourin it on like Mrs. Butterworth
Rich and thick
Kinda quick not slow
The rhymes I fit into flow
All in a row
From the intro
To the end so ho
Put down the microphone and go
Step a side as I make room to bloom
Any of your goo gets placed in a tomb
As soon as I grip the mic
To get loose
Dont dispute cuz ya got no juice
Meanwhile I kick a rhyme from the pile
(huh) As I Cramp your style
Cramp your style
Get down on yer knees and pray as I break u
Down with a sound
Comin down with a pound
Or a bang
If you cant hang with the slang
That I exploit
Comin straight from Detroit
Rough with out a doubt or a question
Kid Rock here in the flesh
And I'm adressin and defining certain issues
To diss you
So wipe the tears from your eyes
You cant hide so dont be surprised
When I dismiss you from your throne
And send you home
As A kid rock clone
Cuz I can hold my own Like ya hold a milkbone
Simple as this with a grip that wont quit
So when I hit the skit
Thats it
So dont come in face with the base
And Remember your just an imitation
Dont get buckwhile
In fact dont smile
Cuz I'll pull your file
As I Cramp your style
Cramp your style
I'll clean the boundries of my domain
Detroit
Fresh, I'm from the Midwest
From MoTown
I'm like steel or concrete cuz yo I'm the hardest
One with a label known to be the largest
Not bein modest dont even think of tryin to hang
Cuz yo kid rock rolls like a Stop O
I roll thick
I roll heavy
D-Nice justs keeps the pace steady
So get ready to feel the pain
I'm Kid Rock Drivin girls insane
So listen rappers and
