A shimmy shimmy cocoa cocoa pu-pu-fuckin' puffs bitch It's the K-K-Kid Rock with the K-K-Kid Rock shit I'm on top bitch and rock for tricks Hella whips
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Cowboy Cowboy Well, I'm packin' up my game an' I'm a head out west Where real women come equipped with scripts an' fake breasts Find a nest in the hills
Two months have come and gone Since I walked out the door Now I'm left here kicking myself 'Cause you deserve much more Infinite reason Why I shouldn
You say war is waged to benefit the people And that laws are set up to preserve democracy and freedom You can fuck right off You think Im following your
How you gonna tell your story? Are you gonna tell it true? Either with or without reason Love has paid the price for you Now how you gonna cure this
This is a song without a reason a song without a rhyme A song you sing because you feel like singing do do do do Well you don't need rhyme or reason to
I do it on a whim, it's right without reason Whatever comes to mind I'll pull it from thin air I've learned to improvise to fill my time I don't want
One One, two One, two, three When I was a girl My favorite thing in the whole wide world Was to see a field And run for no reason And off I'd go No
The wall on which the prophets wrote is cracking at the seams upon the instrument's object the sunlight brightly gleams where every man is torn apart
The wall on which the prophets wrote Is cracking at the seams. Upon the instruments if death The sunlight brightly gleams. When every man is torn apart
Don't explain to me your philosophy Cause when you're cut you bleed the same as I do Understand there is no understanding Where I've been is who I am
No Reason (Kirk McLeod) He can't believe his eyes But with much surprise Believes She won't be back today I thought I heard her say Goodbye And
You knew that I was coming 'cause you heard my name But you don't know my game and never felt my pain Can't read my brain but you read my lips And got
I used to party with the Betties on the lower east side Never drop top forty 'cause I always rock b-side G-rides and a hundred spokes to match We roll
I've been sittin' here Tryin' to find myself I get behind myself I need to rewind myself Lookin' for the payback Listen for the playback They say that
I'm a pimp, you can check my stats And rollin' a Fleetwood that's how I mack I rock all the tracks, so the world knows I love all the girls, smack all
If every thing's tight, from my loot to my friends I ain't got time to tighten up loose ends I've been that route too many times If I ain't stabbed in