Everything I do gonna be funny      New Player on the field so yield and get back to the wall   'Cause I'm playin' ya all like a game K-I-D is the name   Some complain' and they got a little fame   And it's a shame for what its worth I'm down with earth   Pourin' it on like Ms. Butter worth   Rich and thick Kinda quick not slow   The rhymes I fit into flow all in a row, from the intro to the end so, ho      Put down the microphone and go   Step a side as I make room to bloom   Any opposing goo gets placed in a tomb   As soon as I grip the mic to get loose   Don't dispute 'cuz ya got no juice   Meanwhile I kick a rhyme from the pile   Huh, as I cramp ya style   Cramp ya style      Get down on your knees and pray when I break you   Down with a sound comin' down with a pound or a bang   If you can't hang with the slang that I exploit   Comin' straight from Detroit      Rough without a doubt or a question   Kid Rock here in the flesh   And addressin' and defining certain issues   To diss you      So wipe the tears from your eyes   You cant hide so don't be surprised   When I dismiss you from your throne and send you home   As a Kid Rock clone      'Cause I can hold my own like ya hold a milk bone   Simple as this with a grip that won't quit   So when I hit the skit   That's it      So don't come in face with the base   And remember your just an imitation   Don't get buck while in fact don't smile   'Cause I'll pull your file as I cramp ya style   Cramp ya style      I'll claim the boundaries of my domain   Detroit, detroit   Fresh, I'm from the Midwest   From Mo Town, from Mo Town      I'm like steel or concrete yo 'cause I'm the hardest   Down with a label known to be the largest   Not bein' modest don't even think of tryin' to hang   'Cause yo Kid Rock rolls like a Stop O      I roll thick, I roll heavy   D-Nice justs keeps the pace steady   So get ready to feel the pain   I'm Kid Rock drivin' girls insane      So listen rappers and get to the program   Breakin' ya down is the Kid rock slogan   And any rapper who thinks about dissin'   You know what I'll say?   I got a great big dick      So anyone who can't adjust   Gets rust and then bites the dust   Be ready to walk a mile   'Cause I'll smack that Kool-Aid smile as I cramp ya style   Cramp ya style