Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp

This is the true story about mackin') Times are changing, more so each year But the Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp is here So let it rain, and let the guitar rock And if you hear me yell, just drop that top And I be catchin' them northern pike, like on a ten pound test Sucess, never fessed take a guess I be the Early Mornin Stoned Pimp Straight limpin boones from drinkin At the party big booty pinchin Chillin, like a villian Balloon fillin, wack Emcee killin, the find hoe drillin' With the million dollar talent and the ten cent brain Been gone too long, too much cocaine But now that Im back on the block, I'm ready to rock Left to right, all night, my games tight I wish you might take a bite Outta this here toxic, malotic, noradic, product fresh from the harvest. Who be the largest, hardest, smartest, label in town Top Dog get down Radio wont play me But still I got the kids around the world goin Kid Rock crazy Wicked witches be flyin on broomsticks Kid Rock be comin with the "boom boom boom" biatch Im from the six biatch straight from the R-O "Kid Rock, I aint not bitch" Oh yes you are hoe So quit frontin like ya dont know When I step straight into the party with my homeboy Tino Get a good look, bro, get a good gander Im made in Detroit, but my name aint Stanser Spreadin like a cancer, a virus Now your lookin really gay Like fuckin Billy Ray Cyrus I'm the highest emcee of all time Got my mind on the D, and the D on my mind And the line gets drawn when my eyes cant see Hit me twice with the 'tussin and the Morphine IV I be what they call an O G bitch I'm the mother fuckin Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp Say what One time for your mother Now throw your hands in the air and lets rock y'all Just throw your hands up high and hip-hop y'all Just throw your hands in the air and lets rock y'all Because the Detroit party dont stop y'all Just throw your hands up high and lets rock y'all Just throw your hands side to side and hip-hop y'all Just throw your hands up high and lets rock y'all Because the Kid Rock party dont stop y'all Now Im the self made mack on the mountian of moss Got the money green cutty with the high pro gloss A Lincoln Continental, and a Grand Marquee Rag top, dropped down, rollin' on chrome D's bitch. The purple furs and the gold trim glasses I only bust the fat asses And I dont be givin' a fuck Who the hell can rap better then me Cause I'm a true fuckin player and I mack like a real G H-I-J-K, L-M-N-O-P Is for pimpin, early mornin' stoned pimpin I been down, been around from the bottom to the top Partyin' down with the slimmy's, and the cities that I rock So a oh baby baby baby let me love ya If you wanna get your freak on I just fuck ya with the uh, uh, oh, oh, oh, ahh Bitch, shit, I'm the Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp Hey hey hey yeah yeah Now throw your hands in the air and lets rock y'all Just throw your hands up high hip-hop y'all Just throw your hands in the air and lets rock y'all Because the Detroit party dont stop y'all Just throw your hands up high lets rock y'all Just throw your hands side to side high hip-hop y'all Just throw your hands in the air and lets rock y'all Because the Kid Rock party dont stop y'all I'm Joe C bitch Let me get them digits I might be a little small hoe But I aint no God damn midget So stick it up your ass where the sun dont shine I'm verticly challenged, your verticly blind I'm 3 foot 9. it's 10 foot long I'm gonna smack that ass after I pack this bong I can flow on like all night long Till the break of dawn Till the early morn I'm a thorn in your side Can you feel me stickin 80 pills a day bitch, I aint bullshittin So groove baby groove baby call your momma I'm like Charlie Hooker girl I got the boogie drama With the boogie drama Eith the boogie drama yeah With the boogie drama oh yeah Ridin around the neighborhood Me and Kid Rock, we're up to no good. With the boogie, drama yeah Get your leather mini skirt, and we got some wine. Playin the radio you look so fine. With the boogie, drama With the boogie, drama Well well well baby Let's get funkie, that's my job Punchin 9 to 5, 7 times, times 24, times 12 Day in and day out, let's get funky Come on everybody With the boogie drama