[Chorus]
Kid Rock, and I got all the hoes sayin'...
(Fuck me, baby, Kid Rock, come fuck me, baby
Fuck me, baby, fuck me, baby, all night long
Fuck me, baby, Kid Rock, come fuck me, baby
Fuck me, baby, fuck me 'til the break of dawn)

[Verse 1]
And while you're out gangbangin’ tryna catch a murder case
Your ho's on my couch gettin' fucked in the face
Bumpin' to the bass of some old-school rap jams (say what?)
This ain't tennis, but, yo, I'll use my back hand
On any grown man who tries to check Rock
I wanna head-bang, I gotta hip-hop
'Cause I'mma stick with what got me paid
Lickin' that coochie with the high-top fade
I'm self-made like Henry Ford
I'm on this mic, but it feels like I been here before
I want more than the next man
Respect, plus the cash, big checks, and
Mack on hoes like Rudy Ray
'Cause the reach-around just sounds so gay (hm!)
I don't even swing that way
I told you hoes before I'm the K
I to the D, R-O-C-K'in'
Rhyme sayin', guitar playin'
Turntable spinnin' at a basement jam
No fame, no money, but you wouldn't understand
What it's like to be so real
You got the beats and the rhymes, but you ain't got no feel
I don't need the fancy music to make mine
Just a beat and a funky-ass bass line
Drop a couple cuts on this track
8-tracks to the motherfucking wax
So while you're making records that don't recoup
I'm in the house gettin' paid like Snoop

[Chorus]
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Kid Rock, and I got all the hoes sayin'...
(Fuck me, baby, Kid Rock, come fuck me, baby
Fuck me, baby, fuck me, baby, all night long
Fuck me, baby, Kid Rock, come fuck me, baby
Fuck me, baby, fuck me 'til the break of dawn
Oooh, oh, yeah, all night long)

[Verse 2]
I want my khakis washed, starched, and creased
I want an order of fries with a side of grease
I wish for peace throughout this land
I want the whole fuckin' world in my hands
I want a band like the U.S. funk mob
See, I can rap, I don't have to lay sod
Just to make ends meet
October 31st, yellin', "Trick-or-treat!"
(Boy, ain’t you a little old to be trickin')
You see my mask and bag, bitch, I ain't bullshittin'
Hittin' home runs like Rusty Staub
I'm kinda anal, 'cause I ain't no fuckin' slob
I'm the cradle that's able to rock any format
But still I'm labeled, and treated like a doormat
Where's the whores at? Westside
Hoes like cars, so I ride 'em for a test drive
I'm like a Pringle, I won't go soft
I got a new jingle, I'm about to go off
Hey, ho, check it out
I'd really like to turn you out
And if you'd be good to me
I'll yodel in your valley
Kid Rock ain't nothin' nice
Got the soft porn boomin' with the beans and rice
Got a head full of lice 'cause I'm such a scum
Got a pocket full of money, but I'm dressed like a bum
Got a business mind, so if I lose the funk
I'll still be in the house gettin' paid like Trump
Hehehe
Uh, Uh, Uh uh

[Chorus]
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Kid Rock, and I got all the hoes sayin'...
(Fuck me, baby, Kid Rock, come fuck me, baby
Fuck me, baby, fuck me, baby, all night long
Fuck me, baby, Kid Rock, come fuck me, baby
Fuck me, baby, fuck me 'til the break of dawn)

[Outro]
Oh yeah, come on, come on, baby, all night long
Fuck me, baby, fuck me, baby
Come on, come on, come on, all night long