Let me hear you say "kid rocks up on the stage"   Hey slick, check it   I'm the rock you know, I'm gonna smoke it up   So I can rock it through old school disco cuts   I'm the crisco slick, checkin sisco's shit   I'm the ultimate   Yes the k, to the I to the d-d-d, r-o-c-c-k all motherfuckin day   While I'm strong, let me steal your rhyme   Got the matches, tank, and the 4 foot bong   Uh, and I ain't bullshittin   Suckin motherfuckers with the game I'm spittin   And ain't a damn thing changed   Come on y'all and tell me, what's my name?    (kid rock, rock)   I'm the boy fucked up with the hip and hop   And on the seven sea's they call me daddy rock   I had to coochie watch, back in the day   But I pawned that shit for a rock, last may   And now I'm back on track   I don't smoke the crack, don't shoot the smack   I told y'all once, I don't bang   But I lick more coochie than katie lang   Uh, and you don't stop   Rock the rythem that'll make your body pop   That somebody, anybody, all y'all scream   (kid rock, rock)   Check it out yo   What I wanna do is break it down   And show y'all a little somthin about where I come from   Show you some skills of how I used to rock basement party's   On the wheels of steel, back in the day in the klem yo   Check it   (kid rock, rock)   Some of that yo   It ain't nothin but a motherfuckin party yo   Break it down on the lst like this   It ain't no party like a detroit party   Cause a detroit party don't stop   It ain't no party like a detroit party   When your in the fuckin house with kid rock