Paid Lyrics by Kid Rock

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    Kid Rock an' 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

    And while your out gangbangin'
    tryin to catch a murder case
    Your ho's on my couch
    gettin' fucked in the face
    Bumpin' to the bass of the old school rap jams
    This ain't tennis,
    but yo I'll use my backhand
    On any grown man who tries to check Rock
    I wanna headbang, I gotta hip-hop
    Cause I'm a stick with what got me paid
    Lickin' that coochie with the high-top fade
    Im self-made like Henry Ford
    I'm on this mic but it feels like I been here before
    I want more then the next man
    Respect, plus the cash, big checks
    And mack on hoes like Rudy Ray
    Cause a reach around just sounds so gay
    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'
    Turntables spinnin' at a basement jam
    No fame, no money, but you wouldn't understand
    What its 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 mutherfuckin' wax
    So why you're makin' records that don't recoup
    I'm in the house gettin' paid like Snoop

    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... ...yeah all night long

    I want my khakis washed, starched, and creased
    I want a order of fries with a side of grease
    I wish for peace throughout this land
    I want the whole fuckin world in my hand
    I want a band like the U.S. funk mob
    See I can rap I don't have to lay sod
    Just ta make ends meet
    October 31st, yellin' 'Trick-or-treat'
    'Oh arent you a little old to be trickin'
    You see my mask and bag, bitch, I ain't bull shittin
    Hittin homeruns like Rusty Staub
    I'm kinda anal, cause I ain't no fuckin slob
    I'm the cradle thats able ta rock any format
    But still I'm labled, and treated like a doormat
    Where's the whores at
    West side, hoes like cars so I ride em for a test drive
    I'm like a pringle, I wont go soft
    I got a new jingle I'm about to go off
    Hey ho check it out, I really like to turn you out
    And if you'de 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 a 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

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

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