WCSR

[KHook] Kid Rock, I got the sex rhymes Kid Rock, I got the sex rhymes Kid Rock, I got the sex rhymes All world class [Verse 1] Kid Rock, motherfucker, no, I isn't no [fag] Fuck bitches dry, fuck them on the rag Tag their toes, check off my list Hoes get fucked, they don't get kissed A simplistic pimp, getting much respect I'll fuck your mouth and leave your ass in debt Jet set the country on the world purse Just to show you how a real pimp works Remove your shirt, show me them titties I'll drive my dick right through your twin cities Around your bends, over your curves and ass Park it in your mouth till I run out of gas [Hook 1] Snoop Dogg, I got the sex rhymes, say what Snoop Dogg, I got the sex rhymes, what you say Snoop Dogg, I got the sex rhymes, say what All world class, well [Verse 2] It isn't nothing like black pussy on my dick Word to your momma and your sister, bitch I play hoes like a motherfucking football game I pull my dick out and then say it's good y'all came Y'all did your thing, worked a nigga from front to back In the Bill Clinton presidential cadillac We smoked a sack, the bitches couldn't handle that Blew out my brains and left no stain I can't complain, shit, it's all done with game I fucked so many hoes, I can't remember their names But it isn't about that, bitch, I really doubt that Just turn the lights out and put my dick where your mouth at [Hook 1] Kid Rock, I got the sex rhymes (Kid Rock, you got the sex rhymes) Snoop, I got the presidential sex rhymes (My nigga, my nigga, my nigga, haha) [Verse 3] I'm on a private jet out of J-F-K Sipping a vex, feeling a-o-k Looked across the aisle and who did I see Bill motherfucking Clinton sitting next to me We kicked it, talked, had a couple of laughs The stewardess walked up, asked us for our autographs I thought I was mack and I gave her two free shirts Bill stuck five fingers up in her skirt So I stuck five, and that made ten Shit, two roosters and only one hen Billy winked at me, it was all too sweet We tag-teamed that freak at thirty-thousand feet, haha Yeah, thirty-thousand motherfucking feet flying high, ooh Kid Rock and [George motherfuckin' Bush] And we thought we does it the most in the coast Shit, we got the sex rhymes, hold it, hold it Let me see if you got some gangsta shit, homey Cause if you do, I'm a kick something for you A little something like this *Beat changes* Oh shit, some gangsta shit All I need is a gangsta bitch Because gangsta shit is all I kick I fucks with a black, brown or a white chick Bitch you can act like you aren't with the shit I'm here to strip a bitch, and cold pimp a bitch Looking for love in all the wrong places Looking for love, fuck love, it's two races Smoking it up in too many places Busting a nut in too many bitches faces Well, I'm Kid Rock, got pussy galore You might get a lot of pussy, I gets much more Got scores of whores, and macks know what's up 'You's a player', nope, I'm a flat-out slut Got what you came for, yes indeed Ecstasy and a sea of weed Got a seed to plant in a field of crack I wear my cowboy hat and be your farmer Jack You can hold my sack while I pack your bag You can rub my back while I tap your keg One leg on the dash and one on the floor I'll pop a cork in your ass and make you scream for more [Hook 2][x2] Money, hoes, tits and asses We got the goods and the bullshit pass us We got whatever you need (I got ecstasy), I got pounds of weed