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Guess who's back?

I used to be broke, confused, no joke
Got used, smoked dope, paid dues
Refused to give up quick
Now there's 10 million motherfuckers on my dick

So what, say how, say who
Fuck what, fuck me, fuck you
Come clean, you know I will
Drink a fifth of Jim Beam and still stand still

I'm the illest fool
Cooler than the water in a swimmin' pool
Fly like a seagull, kickin' like a mule
More jams than a beetle from Liverpool, I deliver fool

Now, who the fuck are you?
I'm Kid motherfuckin' Rock from the old school
Got more money, than Matchbox 20
Get more ass than Mark McGrath

They say I'm cocky and I say, "What?"
It ain't braggin' motherfucker if ya back it up
They say I'm cocky and I say, "What?"
It ain't braggin' motherfucker if ya back it up

I'm from the outskirts of Detroit rock city
A shirts, Cadillacs, big titties
Skinny models you can keep those
I like big corn fed mid western hoes

Don't you know? Talk fast, pimp slow
Show up to black ties in t-shirts and slippers
Sippin' liquor, fuck models, love strippers
Known as the big tipper with the big dipper

I got queens holdin' keys to my slipper
Fuck a real good girl
I got the baddest bitch in the world

They say I'm cocky and I say, "What?"
It ain't braggin' motherfucker if ya back it up
They say I'm cocky, and I say, "What?"
It ain't braggin' motherfucker if ya back it up

You think you got it good in Hollywood
I got acres of land laid back in the woods
Holdin' shares, cool like Fonzy
Rollin' Lake St. Clair in my 40 ft donzy

You got a Bentley? Wow
I got jets with web bars and trucks with gold plows
Bitch bow when I pimp through
For the Kid the Rock the red, white and blue

Who knew the Kid would be
Everything from old George Jones to Jay Z
Baby, I'm sick of gettin' ripped off
So pissed 'bout to be pissed off

Mackin' me 'cause you know I'm paid
That's why I'm clapin' my gardeners and fuckin' my maids
Never mind my age but if we're takin' number
15 million sold motherfucker

They say I'm cocky and I say, "What?"
It ain't braggin' motherfucker if ya back it up
They say I'm cocky, and I say, "What?"
It ain't braggin' motherfucker if ya back it up

Cocky and I say "What?"
It ain't braggin' motherfucker if ya back it up
They say I'm cocky and I say, "What?"
It ain't braggin' motherfucker if ya back it up

Back it up, back it up
Back it up, back it up
Back it up, back it up
Back it up, back it up
Guess who's back?      I used to be broke, confused, no joke   Got used, smoked dope, paid dues   Refused to give up quick   Now there's 10 million motherfuckers on my dick      So what, say how, say who   Fuck what, fuck me, fuck you   Come clean, you know I will   Drink a fifth of Jim Beam and still stand still      I'm the illest fool   Cooler than the water in a swimmin' pool   Fly like a seagull, kickin' like a mule   More jams than a beetle from Liverpool, I deliver fool      Now, who the fuck are you?   I'm Kid motherfuckin' Rock from the old school   Got more money, than Matchbox 20   Get more ass than Mark McGrath      They say I'm cocky and I say, "What?"   It ain't braggin' motherfucker if ya back it up   They say I'm cocky and I say, "What?"   It ain't braggin' motherfucker if ya back it up      I'm from the outskirts of Detroit rock city   A shirts, Cadillacs, big titties   Skinny models you can keep those   I like big corn fed mid western hoes      Don't you know? Talk fast, pimp slow   Show up to black ties in t-shirts and slippers   Sippin' liquor, fuck models, love strippers   Known as the big tipper with the big dipper      I got queens holdin' keys to my slipper   Fuck a real good girl   I got the baddest bitch in the world      They say I'm cocky and I say, "What?"   It ain't braggin' motherfucker if ya back it up   They say I'm cocky, and I say, "What?"   It ain't braggin' motherfucker if ya back it up      You think you got it good in Hollywood   I got acres of land laid back in the woods   Holdin' shares, cool like Fonzy   Rollin' Lake St. Clair in my 40 ft donzy      You got a Bentley? Wow   I got jets with web bars and trucks with gold plows   Bitch bow when I pimp through   For the Kid the Rock the red, white and blue      Who knew the Kid would be   Everything from old George Jones to Jay Z   Baby, I'm sick of gettin' ripped off   So pissed 'bout to be pissed off      Mackin' me 'cause you know I'm paid   That's why I'm clapin' my gardeners and fuckin' my maids   Never mind my age but if we're takin' number   15 million sold motherfucker      They say I'm cocky and I say, "What?"   It ain't braggin' motherfucker if ya back it up   They say I'm cocky, and I say, "What?"   It ain't braggin' motherfucker if ya back it up      Cocky and I say "What?"   It ain't braggin' motherfucker if ya back it up   They say I'm cocky and I say, "What?"   It ain't braggin' motherfucker if ya back it up      Back it up, back it up   Back it up, back it up   Back it up, back it up   Back it up, back it up