Violent J, Violent J, is that you?  I'm on the microphone, so what'cha wanna do?  Violent J, Violent J, is that you?  A wicked, wicked clown painted just for you  I drink Faygo it's only a buck-ten  I'm a pour it on your tits when we fucking  Cause I'm with that kinky shit, hoe  I can see you butt-naked in your window  Shimmy up the house side dash  Now I'm gonna press my nuts on the glass  Let me in, hoe, don't ya know  I'm Violent J of the ICP, yo I got me a check let's cash it  If I could spend it with the hoes I'm crashing  But don't get all geek slut  Cause I'm a buy ya some lava to wash your butt  What's this clown shit about?  A knife to your neck and your throats hanging out  With a do-me-ray  Now it's about time I say    Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you?  Yeah, let me tell ya what I wanna do  Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you? [Yodeling]  Frontin', they frontin', everybody's frontin'  Violent Violent J is gonna tell ya something    If ya know a bitch who got grits  Kid Rock, Kid Rock will probably eat that shit  Boohoo motherfucker what'cha cry for  I'm that nigga that your bitch would die for  The whore showed up at my front door  So I fucked her in the ass and I threw her out the back door  The bitch thought it was a cake drive  She said drive me to the city, so I dropped her off at lakeside  You driving me home, well I meant ta  But plans have changed so get your ass on a Semta, hoe  Hoe, this ain't no taxi I be mackin' hoes, they don't mack me  Never slacking, hoes I be macking  Kid Rock, Kid Rock Never slacking, hoes I be macking    Violent J serving ghetto hard street shit  The funk, the funk from the old days  Violent J serving ghetto hard street shit  The funk from the old days    Well, I'm up for the shot in a minute  Show me a valley, I might yodel in it  Like somebody else I know I been to Mount Plen  as I've been to Romeomeomeo  Wicked clowns gonna flow for ya son  Three for the treble, eight for the drum  Five for the homies that I run with  Bitch call your mother cause you're done with  Toe tip-toe, I snuck in your house  And fell asleep butt-naked on the front couch  So, excuse me, pops, I'm napping  So could ya shut the fuck up with that yapping  And your wife's all worked up for nothing  She act like she ain't never seen a wang or something  Cause it really don't matter I'm a show my nuts to innocent bystander  Every fucking day  Cause it's about time I say    Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you?  Yeah, let me tell you what I wanna do  Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you?  I just said it was motherfucker    Skinny dipping in the pool, you know I drown hoes  Fuck them doggie style and play that ass like a bongo  Hit it, hit hi-hit it  Hitting homerums and never wimp, ho  Smoke my dick like it's a big spliff  This ain't a blooper and I'm no joker  But I can shoot a nut 50 foot like a super soaker  But I won't pull it out for a cheap joke  Instead I play John Holmes in a sequel to Deep Throat  Taste the nut in your mouth, just to school ya  But ho, don't let the smooth taste fool ya  Don't let the smooth taste fool ya...