Kid Rock | Lyrics | WCSR [*]

Kid Rock, I got the sex rhymes
Kid Rock, I got the sex rhymes
Kid Rock, I got the sex rhymes
All world class

Kid Rock, mother f*****, yo, I ain't no f**
I f*** b****** dry, I f*** 'em on the rag
Tag their toes, check 'em off my list
Hoes get f*****, they don't get kissed

A simplistic pimp getting much respect
I'll f*** your mouth and leave your ass in debt
Jet set the country on your world perks
Just to show you how a real pimp works

Remove your shirt, show me them t******
I'll drive my dick right through your twin cites
Around your bends over your curves and ass
Park it in your mouth till I run out of gas

Snoop Dog, I got the sex rhymes
Snoop Dog, I got the sex rhymes
Snoop Dog, I got the sex rhymes
All world class

It ain't nothing like black pussy on my dick
Word to your mama and your sister, b****
I play hoes like a mother f****** football game
I pull my dick out and you'll say it's good y'all came

Y'all did y'all thing, worked a nigga front to back
In the Bill Clinton Presidential Cadillac
We smoked a sack, the b****** couldn't handle that
Blew out my brains and left no stain

I can't complain, s*** it's all done with game
I've f***** so many hoes, I can't remember their name
But it ain't about that b****, I really doubt that
Just turn the lights out and put my dick where yo mouth at

Kid Rock, I got the sex rhymes
Kid Rock, you got the sex rhymes
Snoop, I got the presidential sex rhymes
My nigga

I'm on a private jet out of JFK
Sippin' the Beck's and feeling A Okay
Looked across the aisle and who did I see
Bill motherfuckin' Clinton sittin' next to me

We kicked it talked had a couple of laughs
The stewardess walked up and asked us for our autographs
I thought I was mackin' gave her two free shirts
Bill stuck five fingers up in her skirt

So, I stuck five and that made ten
S*** two roosters and only one hen
Billy winked at me, it was all too sweet
We tag teamed that freak at 30,000 feet

Yeah, 30,000 mother f*****' feet flying high
Kid Rock Beeped Out?
And we thought we do's it the most on the coast
S*** we got the sex rhymes

Hold it, hold it, hold it, hold it
Let me see if you got some gangster s*** homey
'Cause if you do, I'm gunna kick something for you
A little something like this

Oh s***,, some gangster s***
All I need is a gangster b****
If gangster s*** is all I kick
I f***** with a black brown or a white chick

B****, you can act like you ain't with the s***
I'm here to strip a b**** and cold pimp a bit
Lookin' for love in all the wrong places
Lookin' for love, f*** love, it's too racists

Smoking it up in too many places
Busting a nut in too many b****** faces

Well, I'm Kid Rock, got pussy galore
You might get a lot of pussy, I gets much more
Got scores of whores and macks knows what's up
You's a player, nope, I'm a flat out slut

Got what you came for, yes indeed
Ecstasy and a sea of weed
Got a seed to plant in your field of crap
I'll wear a cowboy hat and be your farmer Jack

You can hold my sack while I pack your bag
You can rub my back while I tack a keg
One leg on the dash and one on the floor
I'll pop a cork in your ass and make you scream for more
Pissed off, pissed off

Money, hoes, t*** and asses
We got the goods and the b******* passes
We got whatever you need
I got ecstasy, I got pounds of weed

Money, hoes, t*** and asses
We got the goods and the b******* passes
We got whatever you need
I got ecstasy, I got pounds of weed

Let's do it
Should we do it?
Can we do it?