Violent J, Violent J, is that you?
IÂ’m on the microphone, so whatÂ’cha wanna do?
Violent J, Violent J, is that you?
A wicked, wicked clown painted just for you
I drink Faygo itÂ’s only a buck-ten
IÂ’m a pour it on your tits when we fucking
Cuz IÂ’m with that kinky shit, hoe
I can see you butt-naked in your window
Shimmy up the house side dash
Now IÂ’m gonna press my nuts on the glass
Let me in, hoe, donÂ’t ya know
IÂ’m Violent J of the ICP, yo I got me a checklins cashing
If I could spend it with the hoes IÂ’m crashing
But donÂ’t get all geek slut
Cuz IÂ’m a buy ya some lava to wash your butt
WhatÂ’s this clown shit about?
A knife to your neck and your throats hanging out
With a do-me-ray
Now itÂ’s about time I say

Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you?
Yeah, let me tell ya what I wanna do
Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you? Yo, Nate, Yo, Nate Woohoo!!!
FrontinÂ’, they frontinÂ’, everybodyÂ’s frontinÂ’
Violent Violent J is gonna tell ya something

If ya know a bitch who got grits
Kid Rock, Kid Rock will probably eat that shit
Boohoo motherfucker whatÂ’cha cry for
IÂ’m that nigga that your bitch would die for
The whore showed up at my front door
So I fucked her in the ass and I threw her out the back door
The bitch thought it was a cake drive
She said drive me to the city, so I dropped her off at lakeside
You driving me home, well I meant ta
But plans have changed so get your ass on the centaur
Hoe, this ainÂ’t no taxi I be mackinÂ’ hoes, they donÂ’t mack me
Never slacking, hoes I be macking
Kid Rock, Kid Rock Never slacking, hoes I be macking

Violent J serving ghetto hard street shit
The funk, the funk from the old days
Violent J serving ghetto hard street shit
The funk from the old days

Well, IÂ’m up for the shot in a minute
Show me a valley, I might yodek in it
Like somebody else I know I been to Mount Plen
as IÂ’ve been to Romeomeomeo
Wicked clowns gonna flow for ya son
Three for the treble, eight for the drum
Five for the homies that I run with
Bitch call your mother cause youÂ’re done with
Toe tip-toe, I snuck in your house
And fell asleep butt-naked on the front couch
So, excuse me, pops, IÂ’m napping
So could ya shut the fuck up with that yapping
And your wifeÂ’s all worked up for nothing
She act like she ainÂ’t never seen a wang or something
Cuz it really donÂ’t matter IÂ’m a show my nuts to innocent bystander
Every fucking day
Cuz itÂ’s about time I say

Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you?
Yeah, let me tell you what I wanna do
Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you?
I just said it was motherfucker

Skinny dipping in the pool, you know I drown hoes
Fuck them doggie style and play that ass like a bongo
Hit it, hit hi-hit it
Hitting homerums and never wimp, ho
Smoke my dick like itÂ’s a big spliff
This ainÂ’t a blooper and IÂ’m no joker
But I can shoot a nut 50 foot like a super soaker
But I wonÂ’t pull it out for a cheap joke
Instead I play John Holmes in a sequel to Deep Throat
Taste the nut in your mouth, just to school ya
But ho, donÂ’t let the smooth taste fool ya
DonÂ’t let the smooth taste fool ya...