Freestyle Rhyme

[Intro] Kid Rock, i'm gonna rock the house bitch It goes, 1 for the trebble, and 2 for the bass [Verse 1] And the blue eyed devils gonna rock this place Cause i don't give a damn what ya label me I'm still able G, to wreck the whole town Got my cards on the table, it's a Royal Flush In God i trust, and it's a must i bust The angel dust and the strick 9 A big bag of shrooms and the Boone's wine Never uptight, see i'm that light that shines Lady's always asking me "what's your sign" I'm a Capricorn, not a Taurus I'm the oriental lick master from the Forrest I'm the Borris, sorest, looser that you ever saw But watch out slick, i'm quick on the draw And i'll be blasting the fools like this Pop, pop, pop, shit! Rocks no joke, i go straight for the throat Chilling it late on my old mans boat I hate to grin about the girls i got 1-2-3-4-5-6-7 yo i got a whole lot Straight pimping, can't stop this So when i get low on dough, i make my ho's dance topless Watch me rock this, i'm far from spotless I'm really kinda dirty, flipping you the birdy Rolling on chrome D's Bumping them motherfucking Beasties I see these emcee's laugh at Rock But i'm nuclear Feel the wrath of the after shock Cause after Rock, rocks the spot, i leave the whole crowd hot On the mic with my nuts in my hand With the sluts backstage, hitting nuts on demand That could never be a buster, a straight hustler I got a good bitch, but i still don't trust her Let me lay it on the line [Chorus] [Verse 2] I gave an invitation to the president, just for kicks It said "your courduly invited to suck my dick" I'ma tripping, true as this I got mill in the bank, cause i make so much sense Hell bent, and i'm whisky bound Is there anything wacker than the wicked clown (no) Some people just don't get it They got no talent so they hide behind the gilnick and rock with it It's a shame, but who's to blame I got a C note brain, steel veins I got love for everyone Just don't get dumb, cause if ya get dumb,ya get done From the jimmy to the beach, to the bum From the fist, to the back, to attack with the hand grandees You can't fade me, i'm down for mine And the hate in the world, is the sign of the times Let me lay it on the line [Chorus] [Verse 3] Now i'm the highest, flyest emcee in town The scratching, most smackinest emcee around Heaven senting, representing always Your on MTV, radio, game all crazed I blaze smoke screen, 4-5 OG's Got the lady's breaking-with this gotee 24 on a 12 step relaps Phill and Bill bozing at the knee caps I'll be back if i don't make green With the funky rhymes and the no sell out themes I have dreams and aspirations My graduation, was from pimp of the county to pimp of the nation Damn nation is shocking signs From the Kid Rock flows, to the free style rhymes