I'm back (back) the fog is lifted
The earth has shifted and raised the gifted
You knew I'd be back so pack your bone
And hit the road jack cuz daddy's home
With the funky hot riffs
Tick like Al Rocker
Pumpin out hits
Gettin chips like Oprah
Bitch I told ya
Do not hate
Or question the music I make
I make punk rock and I mix it with the hip hop
I get you higher than a tree top
You wanna roll with the kid rock
I make southern rock
And I mix it with the hip hop
I got money like fort knox
I'll forever be the kid rock
Forever
The junkies are
Still cigar puffin
Still the same cuz I ain't changed nothin
Huffin and puffin I got you rookies
All in check doin the redneck boogie
The king is back to retract the whack
Repacked my sack with a double back pack
Forget all that I'm still singing
And like kids on monkey bars I'm still swingin
Thought I got dusty
Thought I'd get rusty
Thought I'd get rick and quit oh he must be fat and ugly
Broke black and blue
But I'm trim fit rich and I'm back for round two
Red white and the pabst blue ribbon
Dead right that's how I'm livin'
