E.M.S.P
Ahhahahahah, thats right motherfuckers... Im back
(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
Come on
Hey hey hey
Well well well well
Hey hey hey
Well well well well
And I be catchin' them northern pike, like on a ten pound chest
Sucess, never fessed take a guess
I be the Early Mornin Stoned Pimp
Straight limpin, Boone's Farm drinkin
At the party big booty pinchin
Chillin, like a villian
Balloon fillin, whack Emcee killin
Define 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, Im ready to rock
Left to right, all night, my games tight
I wish you might take a bite
Outta this here toxic, melodic, nueradic, 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" beatch
Im from the six beatch 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 (whats up?)
Get a good look bro, get a good gander
Im made in Detroit, but my name aint Stancer
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 motherfuckin Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp
Now throw your hands in the air and lets rock yo
Just throw your hands up high and hip-hop yo
Just throw your hands in the air and lets rock yo
Because the Detroit party dont stop yo
Just throw your hands up high and lets rock yo
Just throw your hands side to side and hip-hop yo
Just your hands up high and lets rock yo
Because the Kid Rock party dont stop yo
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 Marquis
Rag top, dropped down, rollin' on chrome D's bitch
The purple furs and the gold trimmed glasses
I only bust the fat asses
And I dont be givin' a fuck
Who the hell can rap better then me
Cause Im a true fuckin player and I mack like a real G
H-I-J-K, L-M-N-O-P
Its for pimpin, early mornin' stoned pimpin
I been down, been around from the bottom to the top
Partyin' down with the slimmy's, in the cities that I rock
So uh, ooh baby baby baby let me love ya
Or if you wanna get your freak on
I'll just fuck ya with the ooh, ahh, ooh ooh ooh ahh
Shit, Im the Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp
Come on Just throw your hands up high hip-hop yo
Just throw your hands in the air and lets rock yo
Because the Detroit party dont stop yo
Just throw your hands up high lets rock yo
Just throw your hands side to side high hip-hop yo
Just throw your hands in the air and lets rock yo
My name is Tino, you know
Baby lets get funky
I'm like Lenny Bruce, girl
But I aint no god damn junkie
Cruisin with the Kid in my '71
To the crib of love gonna get us some
Ladies we keep em on a string ah
Midgets in the house wanna smell my finger
Comin for ya baby cause your so, so bumpin
How you like me now in my brand new turbin
Im a natural born hoodlum not George Raft
One of these days you kid's will pay for my autograph
So groove baby groove, baby call your momma
Im like Charlie Hooker girl
I got the boogy, drama
With the boogie, drama
With the boogie, drama
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
Let's get funky, 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