Violent J, Violent J, is that you?

I'm on the microphone, so what'cha wanna do?

Violent J, Violent J, is that you?

A wicked, wicked clown painted just for you

I drink Faygo it's only a buck-ten

I'm a pour it on your tits when we fucking

Cause I'm with that kinky shit, hoe

I can see you butt-naked in your window

Shimmy up the house side dash

Now I'm gonna press my nuts on the glass

Let me in, hoe, don't ya know

I'm Violent J of the ICP, yo I got me a check let's cash it

If I could spend it with the hoes I'm crashing

But don't get all geek slut

Cause I'm a buy ya some lava to wash your butt

What's this clown shit about?

A knife to your neck and your throats hanging out

With a do-me-ray

Now it'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? [Yodeling]

Frontin', they frontin', everybody's frontin'

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 what'cha cry for

I'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 a Semta, hoe

Hoe, this ain't no taxi I be mackin' hoes, they don'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, I'm up for the shot in a minute

Show me a valley, I might yodel in it

Like somebody else I know I been to Mount Plen

as I'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 you're done with

Toe tip-toe, I snuck in your house

And fell asleep butt-naked on the front couch

So, excuse me, pops, I'm napping

So could ya shut the fuck up with that yapping

And your wife's all worked up for nothing

She act like she ain't never seen a wang or something

Cause it really don't matter I'm a show my nuts to innocent bystander

Every fucking day

Cause it'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 it's a big spliff

This ain't a blooper and I'm no joker

But I can shoot a nut 50 foot like a super soaker

But I won'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, don't let the smooth taste fool ya

Don't let the smooth taste fool ya...