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, yeah   So let it rain, and let the guitar rock      And if ya hear me yawn, just drop that top   Come on, girl, hey, hey, hey   Well, well, well, well, hey, hey, hey   Well well well well, well, come on, girl, yeah      And I be catchin' them northern pike, like on a ten pound test   Possess, 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 villain, balloon fillin'      Whack MC killin', the fine hoe 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, uhh, radio won't play me   But still I got the kids around the world goin' Kid Rock crazyin'      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't s no bitch   Ahh, yes you are hoe, so quit frontin' like y'all 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 ain't 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 OG bitch   I'm the motherfuckin' early mornin' stoned pimp   Say what?      One time for you   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 a 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 a 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 gloss   A Lincoln Continental and a grand Marquis   Rag top, drop down, rollin' on chrome D's biatch      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      So ahh, 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 ahh, biatch, shit   I'm the early mornin' stoned pimp      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 a 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 in the air, let's rock y'all   Because a Kid Rock party don't stop y'all      I'm Joe C bitch, let me get them damn tits   I might be a little small hoe but I ain't no goddamn midget   So stick it up your ass where the sun don't shine   I'm vertically challenged, you're vertically blind      I'm three foot nine, it's ten foot long   I'm gonna smack that ass after I pack this bong   I can flow on like all night long   Till the break of dawn, till the early morn      I'm a thorn in your side, can you feel me stickin'   Eighty pills a day bitch, I ain't bullshittin'   So groove baby, groove baby call your momma   I'm like Charlie hooker girl      I got the boogie drama   With the boogie drama, what?   With the boogie drama, yeah   With the boogie drama, ohh, yeah      Ridin' around the neighborhood   Me and Kid Rock were up to no good   With the boogie drama, yeah   With your leather miniskirt and we got some wine      Playin' the radio, ya look so fine   With the boogie drama, yeah   Well, well, well ohh, baby   Let's get funky, that's my job      Punchin nine to five, seven times, times twenty four, times twelve   Day in and day out   Well, with the boogie drama   With the boogie drama