Devil Without a Cause
Album - 18 agosto 1998 - Debaser id 18429

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My name is Kid... Kid Rock!

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And this is for the questions that don't have any answers
The midnight glancers and the topless dancers
The gander freaks, cars packed with speakers
The G's with the 40's and the chicks with beepers
The northern lights and the southern comfort
And it don't even matter if their veins are punctured
All the crackheads, the critics, the cynics
And all my heroes in the methadone clinics

All you blizzards at the I.R.S
For the crooked cops and the cluttered desks
For the shots of jack
And the caps of meth
Half pints of love
And the 5th's of stress
For the hookers all trickin' out in Hollywood
And for my hoods of the world misunderstood
I said it's all good, it's all in fun
Now get in the pit and try love someone

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For the time bombs tickin'
And the heads to hang
All the gangs gettin' money
And all the heads they bang-bang
Wild mustangs
The porno flicks
All my homies in the county in cellblock 6
The grits where there ain't enough eggs to cook
and for D.B. Cooper and the money he took
You can look for answers but that ain't fun
Now get in the pit and try to love someone!

what what

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Come on

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Love
Love
And for the hate (((( for the hate ))))
And for the peace (((( for the peace ))))
War!!

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Cowboy...Cowboy

Well I'm packing up my game and I'm a head out west
Where real women come equipped with scripts and fake breasts
Find a nest in the hills chill like Flynt
Buy an old drop top find a spot to pimp
And I'm a Kid Rock it up and down your block
With a bottle of scotch and watch lots of crotch
Buy a yacht with a flag sayin' chillin' the most
Then rock that bitch up and down the coast
Give a toast to the sun, drink with the stars
Get thrown in the mix and tossed out of bars
Slip to Tiajuana... I wanna roam
Find the old town chillin' fools then come back home
Start an escort service, for all the right reasons
And set up a shop at the top of 4 seasons
Kid Rock and I'm the real McCoy
And I'm headin' out west sucker... because I wanna be a

Cowboy baby
With the top let back and the sunshine shining
Cowboy baby
West coast chillin' with the Boone's Wine
I wanna be a Cowboy baby
Ridin at night cause I sleep all day
Cowboy baby
I can hear a pig from a mile away

I bet you'll hear my whistle blowin when my train rolls in
It goes [whistle] like dust in the wind
Stoned pimp, stoned freak, stoned out of my mind
I once was lost, but now I'm just blind
Palm trees and weeds, scabbed knees and rice
Get a map to the stars, find Heidi Fleiss
And if the price is right I'm gonna make my bid boy
And let Cali-forn-I.A. know why they call me

Cowboy baby
With the top let back and the sunshine shining
Cowboy baby
West coast chillin' with the Boone's Wine
I wanna be a Cowboy baby
Ridin at night cause I sleep all day
Cowboy baby
I can hear a pig from a mile away

Yeah... Kid Rock... you can call me Tex
Rollin' sunset woman with a bottle of Becks
Seen a slimmy in a vette, rolled down my glass
And said, Yeah this dick fits right in your ass
No kiddin', gun slingin', spurs hittin' the floor
Call me Hoss, I'm the Boss, with the sauce and the whore's
No remorse for the sherrif, in his eye I ain't right
I'm gonna paint his town red, and paint his life white HUH
Cause chaos, rock like Amadeus
Find West Coast pussy for my Detroit players
Mack like mayors, ball like Lakers
They told us to leave, but bet they can't make us
Why they wanna pick on me... lock me up and stored away my key
I ain't no G, I'm just a regular failure
I ain't straight outta Compton I'm straight out the trailer
Like a sailor... drink like a Mick
My only words of wisdom are just "Suck My Dick"
I'm flickin' my Bic up and down that coast and
Keep on truckin' till I fall in the ocean
Cowboy
With the top let back and the sunshine shining
Cowboy
Spend all my time at Hollywood and Vine
Cowboy
Ridin at night cause I sleep all day
Cowboy
I can hear a pig from a mile away
Cowboy
With the top let back and the sunshine shining
Cowboy
With the top let back and the sunshine shining
Cowboy
Hollywood and Vine.

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 huh
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
So 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 muthafucker, Kid Rock's to blame
Same game, same name, ain't a damn thing changed
No sell-out, I ain't no hoe, the radio I'm comin' from the R O M E O

Watch me throw like a fist of rage
Self-made and paid and sawn off 12 gauges
Up that ass for the 9-8 9-8
Never fake, shake, straight from the Great Lakes
7 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 I'm fuck-fuck-fucking your hoes
'Cause they know who's runnin' this shit, Top Dog I'm the C E O
Role model, your muthafucking H E R O

My motto, "Be Cool: Keep Pimpin'."
Don't sleep, we roll deep in a Lincoln
4 Vogues on a hundred spokes
We bust Biltmore 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 donkies
Anybody fuck's with you and I'm gonna mack 'em

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

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

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 I'll 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 bunny when my nose was fuckin' runny
Now my fuckin' bunny's gettin' fuckin' Matchbox 20 money
Muthafuckers 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 2 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 parrots that like to squak
And they sound like you and all the shit you talk
Step inside my shoes, you couldn't fill a doc
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

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

Devil uh uh
Devil come on
Devil uh uh
Devil

Straight out of the streets of Taylor
3 foot high ready to get fly 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
3 foot 9 with a 10 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, and small as ass
Watch me pass smoke some hash
You're raking grass while I'm raking cash
High-ass voice just like Aaron Nevelle

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 fuckin' platinum.

I am the bullgod...I am free...and I feed on all that is forsaken
I'm gonna get you....I see through you...I'm gonna get you

I'm like a train I roll hard...lettin' off much steam
In the Carhart flannel and dusty jeans baby
I never was cool with James Dean
But I be hanging tough with my man Jim Beam
I swing low like a chimp
Back in '86 man I was seein' a shrink
But now I'm humble and I can only think
About New Orleans and those jumbo shrimp
So ask no questions and I'll tell no lies
I got big ol' pupils and blood shot eyes
I'm on the brink if you know what I mean
And a 12 step program couldn't keep me clean
'Cause I'm the bullgod...you understand
The illegitimate son of man
The T O P to the D O G
Or the P O T to the G O D

And I'm trippin'
Said I'm trippin'

I am the bullgod...I am free...and I feed on all that is forsaken
I'm gonna get you...I see through you...I'm gonna get you

A lot of people poke fun and that's alright
But when I start pokin' back they get all uptight
You can't cap with the master son
So sit your ass down before I blast you one
Cause I'm so greasy you can call me mud
And I feel a little Hank runnin' through my blood
I wanna flood the world with my twisted thoughts
You can bet all day but I can't be bought
Uh Break it up let's tie one on
I gotta get set to go and cut the lawn
So I grab my walkman but before I cut
I got behind the garage and fire it up
Cause I'm the bullgod...you understand
The illegitimate son of man
The T O P to the D O G
Or the P O T to the G O D

And I'm trippin'
Said I'm trippin'

I am the bullgod...I am free...and I feed on all that is forsaken
I'm forsaken yeah

I ain't nothing

Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Come on get 'em up
Come on get 'em up
Come on get 'em up

I am the bullgod...I am free...and I feed on all that is forsaken
I am the bullgod...I am free...and I feed on all that is

I get a feeling of peace, from a low so high
As I sit in my chair and watch life go by
These thoughts I have can't mold to sense
Through the forest of my mind, they're all past tense
Born and raised in the outer lands
And at times you can say I'm outta hand
I'm in a band of gypsies, we're on the run
Every time that paper hits my tongue
And sometimes it seems so odd
When my veins are popping and I'm on the nod
I am the bull god...you understand
And here in my head is my master plan

Uh I'm gonna get you
I see through you
I'm gonna get you
I see through you.

Everything's tight from my loot to my friends
I ain't got time to tighten up loose ends
I've been that route...too many times
If I ain't stabbed in the back I ain't fightin' no crime
I wish for that which my heart holds near
But ain't nobody playin' what I'm tryin' to hear
I've been sayin' for years that the fakes wouldn't last
You were jockin' that bullshit, now you look like an ass

Get gassed in your garage of sickness
As I bring a little swing into your world of stiffness
'Cause I've got plenty of rhymes to spill
Ain't got nothin' more than time to kill
Form like a blister, drink like a failure
Rip like a twister right through a trailer
Park after dark is when you'll see me comin'
My gun's gunnin' and the 808's hummin'
Raw Raw Rip Rock Rude
Sample anything I like and never get sued
At 18 I had a hardcore attitude
When I turned 19 I was touring with Ice Cube
It's true...I'm from the old school
Where the rules don't bend and the beats don't end
No place to be I gotta let these Knuckles know who the fuck I be

I'm still the...body rocking three emcee...so clap your hands to what he's doing
I'm a razor blade slittin' through a wrist of hate
I'm a contradiction...I'm a twist of fate

See me rollin'
You got me rollin'
I'm rollin'
Searchin' underneath the sun

I'm dead as shit, but I ain't been killed
See I'm a Mack, I'm a truck, but I'm Peter built
I am the Trucker and my ego's large
I'm the K to the I call me sarge
Roll number seven raise south of heaven
See my crew comin' hear them Harley's revvin'
I'm steppin' to your crew with a glick of hits
Got 3 LP's but I ain't got no hits
And I'm a greatful, hateful, little son of a G
I'm a deadhead runnin' from the D P D
Got soul so plagued with the rhythms cancer
Grab a pole and you'll be swingin' like a topless dancer
Biltmore Beavers and a Top Dog Coat
Top car 4 Vogues on a hundred spokes
Got a roundtrip ticket to the promised land
If it ain't all that I'll be back my man
Rolllin' you got me rollin'

I'm rollin'
Searching undearneath the sun

Rolllin' you got me rollin'
I'm rollin'
Searching undearneat the sun

Days roll by they roll too fast
I said days roll by...I watch them pass
Yeah you wanna roll with Rock
And party with crews that just don't stop uh-huh...yeah

Rolllin' you got me rollin'
I'm rollin'
Searching undearneath the sun
Searching undearneath the sun
Searching undearneath the sun.

I'm a pimp and you can check my stats
And rollin' a Fleetwood that's how I mack
I rock all the tracks, so the world knows
I love all the girls smack all the hoes
Show love to those who come real with it
Life's a bitch but I deal with it
I'm in it to win it like Yzerman
Can drink about 15 Heinekins
I'm not born again but if I was
I'd ask to come back with a little more love
Puffin' a Winston, drinkin a 4 0
Kid Rock and I'm gonna let you know
I been sittin' here just wastin' time drinking,
smoking, thinking, trying to free my mind
I been sittin' here just wastin' time drinking,
smoking, trying to free my mind

It's been a couple of months in this smokey room
Eatin' shrooms, drinking Boone's
Writin' tunes and hoping to get
One of these muthafucking songs to hit
A little bit of love that's all I need
A little inspiration in a bag of weed
A seed to plant so my tree can grow
You know I left my girl cause I don't need that
H-o-o-old-up wait a minute I'm about to flow
Like a breeze through the trees you can watch me blow

Puffin' a Winston, drinkin' a 4-oh
Kid Rock and I'm gonna let you know
I been sittin' here just wastin' time drinking,
smoking, thinking, trying to free my mind
I been sittin' here just wastin' time drinking,
smoking, trying to free my mind

Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Free my mind... Ooohhh yeah

I ain't no rough guy, ain't no tough guy
Don't get out much, and don't dress up fly
A pawn in the game that's all I am
Givin' all my duckets to Uncle Sam fuck it
I'm free to do what I please little lady
I was born at night but not last night baby
I've been around, seen some things
I've slept in dumpsters, got high with kings
I don't bring much, ain't got a lot to say
But I got more time then Morris Day

Puffin' a Winston, drinkin' a 4-oh
Kid Rock and I'm gonna let you know
I been sittin' here just wastin' time drinking,
smoking, thinking, trying to free my mind
I been sittin' here just wastin' time drinking,
smoking, trying to free my mind
Smokin' and drinkin'
I been sittin' here just wastin' time drinking,
smoking, thinking, trying to free my mind
Tryin' to free my mind
I been sittin' here just wastin' time drinking,
smoking, trying to free my mind
Wastin' my time....hey I'm smokin'...hey I'm drinkin'
...tryin' to free my mind
I been sittin' here just wastin' time...drinking,
smoking, trying to free my mind.

I used to party with the Betties on the lower east side
Never drop top forty cause I always rock b-sides
G-rides with a hundred spokes to match
We roll two deep...three freaks...four amps in the back
I kicked that crack game rap game now I let my axe bang
Livin' in sin and it's a beautiful thing
I wanna twang like Hang...rock like roll
Got soul like Stevie when I'm under the sun and so

Somebody's gotta feel this
Someone's got to feel this
Somebody's gotta feel this
Someone's got to feel this
Somebody's gotta feel this
Someone's got to feel this

I never had a lot of money never made much sense
Been chasin' bunnies like a dummy overlookin' my rent
He spent every rent cent puttin' hickeys on his bed
He's rockin' dickie's slippin lickin' honey's steady
Lookin' for love I put my talent on hold
Told my soul to glow it said get up and go
And so I packed my bags with a whole lot of realness

Somebody's gotta feel this
Someone's got to feel this
Somebody's gotta feel this
Someone's got to feel this
Somebody's gotta feel this
Someone's got to feel this

I see these people makin' money and it's funny to me
Tryin' to act that fresh I wish they'd bump into me
'Cause it ain't nothing to me want to eat a little more
Taste a little bit pride from every drink that I pour
I've been a whore for years showing love to my peers
Never sold for any less than what I see in the mirror
Steer wide to avoid the blows I've been dealt
Let the six strings ride when the twelves are felt
So when you see me tuggin' on the end of my roap
You better raise up or duck when I reach in my coat because

Somebody's gotta feel this
Somebody's gotta feel this
Someone's got to feel this
Someone's got to feel this
Somebody's gotta feel this
Someone's got to feel this
Somebody's gotta feel this
Someone's got to feel this

Feel this.

Gotta make this money and I make this money
This money is me this money is everything I do and see
Who are you to judge me
Just let me be and let me breathe
I see this whole world headin' for damnation and I'm ready to leave
I can't believe, this whole world twisted me
You f**kin' biggots, you fakes, you wanna-be's
I see the future and it's lookin' grim
A lake of fire lookin' looking like a long trip

I'm a fist of rage
One foot in the grave
I'm a fist of rage
Far from saved
I'm a fist of rage
In a broken state
I'm a razor blade slittin' through a wrist of hate
I'm a fist of rage
I'm a fist of rage
I'm a fist of rage

Now crack another bottle and let me knock one back

Slim Jim's and a Tin Man grins deadhead's with dreads
And now the Feds growin' shark fins
My girl's knocked up we're in love
But she's young and yo I think I'm gonna get locked up
I couldn't cut the mustard with a Ginsue (sp?)
And I'm twisted brown from all of the bullshit that I've been through
I'm lookin' for love, but it's got too many damn faces
I can't win...even with these four aces
My place is here...in the mix...with tricks
And the sickos...I spend G's but only make nickles
My soul tickles, but this ain't even fun and games
My heart bleeds from the pleasure of the pain
My fuse is short and it's lit


Like me I should have fought sketchy...it's gettin' hard to see
My heart bleeds...believe in every dying breath
These people they take and they take until there's nothing left

I'm a fist of rage
I'm a fist of rage
I'm a fist of rage
I'm a fist of rage
One foot in the grave
I'm a fist of rage
Far from saved
I'm a fist of rage
In a broken state
I'm a razor blade slittin' through a wrist of hate

Come on

You're feeling old with me you're up a creek and you don't know it
Finger on the trigger but your punk ass is scared to pull it
And I know it...'cause the fear you hide your eyes show it
Payback on your ass 'cause you're over due and I know I owe it
And when you're going down bet I'll be blowing up
With the sound of a shotgun cocked and realized you're f**ked
I hope you see my middle finger from the stage

Feel me coming feel me coming feel me coming
I'm a fist of rage
One foot in the grave
I'm a fist of rage
Far from saved
I'm a fist of rage
In a broken state
I'm a razor blade slittin' through a wrist of hate
I'm a fist of rage
I'm a fist of rage
I'm a fist of rage

I've been sittin' here
Tryin' to find myself
I get behind myself
I need to rewind myself
Lookin for the payback
Listen for the playback
They say that every man bleeds just like me
And I feel like number one
Yet I'm last in line
I watch my youngest son
And it helps to pass the time
I take too many pills it helps to ease the pain
I made a couple dollar bills still I feel the same
Everybody knows my name
They say it way out loud
A lot of folks fuck with me
It's hard to hang out in crowds
I guess that's the price you pay
To be some big shot like I am
Outstretched hands and one night stands
Still I can't find love
And when your walls come tumbling down
I will always be around

And when your walls come tumbling down
I will always be around

People don't know about the things I say and do
They don't understand 'bout the shit that I've been through
It's been so long since I've been home
I've been gone....I've been gone for way too long
Maybe I forgot all things I miss
Oh somehow I know there's more to life than this
I said it too many times
And I still stand firm
You get what you put in
And people get what they deserve
Still I ain't seen mine
No I ain't seen mine
I've been giving just ain't been gettin'
I've been walking that there line
So I think i'll keep on walking
With my head held high
I'll keep moving on and only God knows why
Only God.....only God
Only God knows why
Only God....knows....why why why only God knows why
Take me to the river
Hey won't you take me to the river...hey hey hey