Bellisle b-b-bellisle   Bell-bellisle bell-bell-bellisle   Hey kid rock, tell 'em how your livin   Man I spend my birthdays at denny's eatin southern slams   I'm not a butt nut you know that I never bang   But I lick more coochie than k.d. lang   But I'm not gonna kick an x-rated rap   And even if I did you know that you couldnt fade it black   Cause my rap's liek gold, or precious gems   While your rap's like an 8th full of beeners and stems   Kid rock I love to sing   Call me the king of pain, but my name ain't sting   Or roger clinton, I'm not riding off my brothers fame   Cause all you sap suckers don't even know my brothers name   Bill ritchie he lives in chicago   He rides through town in an eldorado   Maldo black, real white so I'm lookin   And I gotta give it up to my homies in brooklyn   Romeo mt. clemens to metro beat   From huston, to l.a., back to stoney creek   Like I said, roll it up take a hit and then pass it   That's how we do it when we roll down grass shit   It's guarenteed everytime we get hoe's   I play on my guitar, puff loud through my big nose   You'll never see me in thyland   But you can catch kid rock on a hot day rollin on the island   Bellisle b-b-bellisle   Bell-bellisle bell-bell-bellisle   Bellisle b-b-bellisle   (here in detriot)   Now wes chill you know we go way back   Kid rock I remember guzzlin 40's in your ford track   Yeah wes your still my man so   Get on the mic and do the best ya can   Oh yes, yes y'all, yes y'all, and ya don't stop   Oh yes, yes y'all, yes y'all, and ya don't quit   Oh yes, yes y'all, yes y'all, and ya don't stop   Come on wes, give 'em what ya got   Give me the mic and i'ma wreck ya from the start to end   But gimme brew and gimme that and i'ma do you in   You talkin trash, I smoke that ass so fast you wouldnt know   What hit you bro, so here I got you thought I couldnt flow   To a track layed back by kid rock g   Now even white bitches in the subberbs they jock me   With a smile pow wow they want this getto thing   So pow wow freaky chow, and ima let it hang   Born and raised in the e.d. so i'ma let cha know   Is that wrong I stand strong and i'ma getto bro   Crew yo, I thought you knew when I'd be rollin deep   No fuckin nytol needed to put your ass to sleep   I fly heads where there's dreads with the curly do   I screw hoe's from shamiqua down to curly sue   You think I'm jokin, I'm pokin your girl, she lovin me   Sugar walls to my balls that how I'm shovin it   Wham bam thank you mam a dirty nigger wrote   And if your man wanna trip I'll let the trigger go   Pop, pop, pop, pop, now watch that nigger drop   There goes my girl, yell the phone somebody call the cops   When they come I'm gonna run outta my fuckin steals   And watch them hoe's in the flow like they was johnny gill   Want a real deal with 2 gettin wild bucks wallet   That's how we do it when were rollin on the island   Bellisle b-b-bellisle   Bell-bellisle bell-bell-bellisle   Bellisle b-b-bellisle   (here in detriot)   Now prince vince I remember hangin in your hood   With the 40's, hoe's, do I make myself understood?    Yeah, I put you on them black hoes   They used to like your white ass, your blue eyes and your pionty nose   Yeah we poked hoe's in heards (word)   Then I took your black ass out to the subberbes   People don't know about you and me (or unity)   Aint it funny how were still down in 93   Dont let me catch them slimmys when you roll 'em through   Cause if you do then ima hafta choose the weapon that I gotta use   And light my infared dead on that forehead   Woof, woof, woff mother fucker now your left in red   Your runnin around with a string of chicks   Now nigger you don't wanna see me or the k to the I to the mother fuckin d   Straight g's from the streets   Im droppin your lyrics on your best kid rock beat   Now ima kick ya like this and like that   I'm kickin a funky track with kid rock because we go way back   Back in the day's to the late 80's   When I dropped the gang stuff, drunk, and dirty young niggers   Crazy, but now were kickin it in the 90's   And cruew st. is where the niggers were frontin   Just coolin with my buds, slangin shit late at night   But the jealous niggers trying to tell us   Slangin ain't the way to get paid   But fuck the bullshit all I'm thinkin about is ponytail   I gotta get made, I got a pocket full of lint   Too much late former rate, and I gotta rest it   Shit the hookers, the hoe's the takers, the pros   A nickle plated nina ready to explode   On any nigger tryin to jack, rat-a-tat-tat   Put his ass on his back for the comosat   Now can I keep my style and get wild?    Me, kid rock and wes chill, just coolin on the island   It's like this and like that   I told you mother fuckers better pack your back   Bellisle b-b-bellisle   Bell-bellisle bell-bell-bellisle   Bellisle b-b-bellisle   (here in detriot)   I got my harley on the highway revvin   If a whip-it was a nipple I'd be lost in heaven   I'm rollin straight 7 so what up?    Like bush wisk said you play pussy get fucked, your outta luck   Cause I'm the best mother fucker from this time   For breakfast I snort cocaine and eat pork rines   Shockin signs is what I'm sowin   I'm the hoe and I'm knowin the mind blowin home growin   In my back yard, lyin in the sun you know I fry quick   Gettin lit when I be smokin that tye stick   Cause that's what the kids all about   I like rollin up on hoes and screamin balls in your mouth   From south alabama, north montana, I'm smokin and   Chackin cause you know I am a   Little long haired high on, and you can find kid rock   In the gutter on the mother fuckin island   Bellisle b-b-bellisle   Bell-bellisle bell-bell-bellisle   Bellisle b-b-bellisle   (here in detriot)