A ha ha, that's right motherfuckers    I'm Back.    This is the true story about mackin    Check it    Times are changin'    Talk about it    More so each year,    But the Early Mornin'    Stoned Pimp is here.    So let it rain, and let the guitar rock    And if ya me yawn    Just drop that top    Come on...    Hey hey hey    Well well well well    Hey hey hey    Well well well well          And I be catchin' them northern pike    Like on a ten pound test    Success, never fess, take a guess    I be the early mornin' stoned pimp,    Straight limpin,    Boone's Farm drinkin,    At the party big booty pinchin'    Chillin, like a villian, balloon fillin Whack MC killin, the fine ho drillin    With the million dollar talent    And the ten cent brain,    Been gone too long, too much cocaine,    But now that I'm back, on the block    I'm ready to rock    Left to right, all night    My game's tight, I wish you might    Take a bite    Out of this here toxic, melodic, neurotic product    Fresh from the harvest    Who'll be the largest, hardest smartest label in town    Top Dog get down       Radio won't play me, but still I got the kids around    the world goin' Kid Rock crazy    Wicked witches be flyin' on broomsticks,    Kid Rock be comin' with the boom boom boom biatch    I from the sticks biatch    Straight from the RO       "Kid Rock I ain'ts no bitch"    Ah, yes you are ho    So quit frontin' like ya don't know,    when I step straight into the party with my homeboy    Tino    "What's up?"    So get a good look bro    Get a good gander    I'm made in Detroit    but my name aint Stanzler    Spreadin' like a cancer, a virus    While you're lookin' really gay like fuckin' Billy Ray Cyrus    I'm the highest MC of all time    Got my mind on the D    And the D on my mind And the line gets drawn when my eyes can't see    Hit me twice with the Tussin and the morphine IV    I be    What they call an O-G bitch    I'm the motherfuckin' Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp       Now throw your hands in the air and let's rock y'all    Just throw your hands up high, hip hop y'all    Just throw your hands in the air and let's rock y'all    Because the Detroit party don't stop y'all       Just throw your hands up high, let's rock y'all    Just throw your hands side to side, hip hop y'all    Just throw your hands up high, let's rock y'all    Because the Kid Rock party don't stop y'all       Now I'm the self made mack on a mountain on Mars    Got the money green cut it with the high roll clause    A Lincoln Continental and a Gran Marquis    Rag top, drop down, rollin' on chrome D's bitch    The purple furs and the gold trim glasses    I only bust the fat asses    And I don't be givin a fuck who da hell can rap better than me    Cause I'm a true fuckin' player and I mack like a real G H-I-J-K, L-M-N-O-P is for pimpin,    Early mornin' stoned pimpin    I been down, been around,    From the bottom to the top    Partyin' down with the slimmies in the cities that I rock       Ooh baby, baby, baby let me love ya    Or if you wanna get your freak on, I'll just fuck ya    With the Ooh, ahh, ooh, ooh, ooh ahhh, biatch, shit    Im the Early Morning Stoned Pi-imp       Hey hey hey    Come on yo.       Now throw your hands in the air and let's rock y'all    Just throw your hands up high, hip hop y'all    Just throw your hands in the air and let's rock y'all    Because the Detroit party don't stop y'all       Just throw your hands up high, let's rock y'all    Just throw your hands side to side, hip hop y'all    Just throw your hands up high, let's rock y'all    Because the Kid Rock party don't stop y'all       My name is Tino, you know    Baby let's get funky,    I'm like Lenny Bruce girl but I ain't no goddamn junkie    Cruisin' with the Kid in my '71    To the crib of love    Gonna get us some, ladies    We keep em on a string ah    Midgets in the house wanna smell my finger    Comin' for ya baby cause your so sure bumpin'    How do ya like me now in my brand new Turban    I'm a natural born hoodlum    Not George Raft    One of these days you kids will pay for my autograph    So groove baby, groove baby call your mama    I'm like Charlie Hooker baby    I got the boogie drama    With the boogie drama    With the boogie drama    With the boogie drama       Ridin' around the neighborhood    Me and Kid Rock were up to no good    With the boogie drama    With your leather miniskirt and we got some wine    Playin' the radio ya look so fine    With the boogie drama    With the boogie drama    Let's get funky, that's my job    Punchin' 9 ta 5, 7 times, times 24, times 12    Day in and day out    Let's get funky    Come on everybody    With the boogie drama    With the boogie drama    With the boogie drama