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[Kid Rock]
Lemme tell ya 'bout Kyle's momma
Straight out of tailor, Joe C.
[Joe C]
Kyle's momma's a big fat bitch, she's the biggest bitch I know
And she stinks like shit
Remember back when, the day when she was skinny
Now she's fluffy but still thinks she's pretty
I Just laugh, and walk on past saying
Shit, god damn thats a big fat ass
Should fuck that slut, she's a big fat trick
But I still let her suck this ten foot dick
Joe C, I'm a crazy hick, down with Kid Rock, and the South Park Click
I don't know much, But I know this shit
Kyle's Momma's a Big Fat Bitch
[Kid Rock]
Kyle's momma's a big fat bitch
Kyle's momma's a big fat bitch
Kyle's momma's a big fat bitch
Kyle's momma's a big fat bitch
[Joe C]
She's a three toed stank ass cross-eyed bitch
[Kid Rock]
Kid Rock, check it, un hu, un hu...
My homie named Kyle lives up the block
He's got a big fat mom that sucks my cock
Non stop, she's a sight to see
A real sloppy bitch that dusts right by me
She might be the best suck in the Mountians
Ten times a week, but shit, who's countin
I'm astounded by the thing's she does
She's the suckinist, fuckinist creep there ever was
She aint a slut she's a supper groupie
And I pass that bitch around like a dubbie
I don't Know much, but I know this
Kyle's Momma Is a Big Fat Bitch
Kyle's momma's a big fat bitch
Kyle's momma's a big fat bitch
Kyle's momma's a big fat bitch
Kyle's momma's a big fat bitch
[Joe C]
She's a three toed stank ass cross-eyed bitch
[Kid Rock]
Oh, shit
Tell em Joe
[Joe C]
Im Joe C, the C stands for cool
I might be a fuck, but I ain't no fool
I Just rolled from South Park to Boulder
Cause Kyles mom trippin on that soil Boulder
Then I sold her, cause I'm like that
Little freak ass pimp, but you know that
I just mack all tracks like a puffy
Colorado Bitches ain't shit, but yuppies
What up, I'm the J-O-E to the Mother Fucking C
In the place to be
I don't know much but I know this
Kyle's Momma Is a Big Fat Biatch
[Kid Rock]
Kyle's momma's a big fat bitch
Kyle's momma's a big fat bitch
Kyle's momma's a big fat bitch
Kyle's momma's a big fat bitch
[Joe C]
She's a three toed stank cross-eyed bitch
[Kid Rock]
Yep, that's right
Joe C
Kid Rock
The Twisted Brown Mother Fucking Trucker
This Goes out to all the fat bitches in the world
Hehehe
Yo, yo let's make some wine
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Cause growin up I was never, the
logical one
Packed my shit, left home like the prodigal son
With a bottle of jack and my shotgun strapped
I went looking for fame and yo I never went back
Filled with spite staying high as a kite
I was dealin and stealin everything in sight
Pool hustling trying to make that green
I've been ramblin and gamblin since the age thirteen
Working like a bitch, like a god damn tank
Some disagree because my rents had bank
But all that's gold don't always glitter
So I'll take another puff from my one hitter
I'm a slave to the trade, paid to rhyme
Blow all my cash on cheap women and wine
Cause money, money, money ain't shit to me
But I gotta make a lot just to be free
I'm here and I'm there
I'm Kid Rock bitch and I'm everywhere
I'm here and I'm there
I'm Kid Rock hoe and I'm everywhere
Many nights she comes to me and fills me where I lay
I hope to God one day she gonna see the love is not that way
She holds in that morning time and never lets me go
I hold on back one day she gonna see and come into my show
Please God please, I'll pay any cost
If you'd just stop the world cause I wanna get off
There's too much hardship and too much pain
There's too many mother fuckers tryin to get in my brain
I've been to your mountains
I've been to your seaside
Everywhere I went somebody's wanted a free ride
But parasites can't fade the Rock
Cause suckers that step in my way will get shot
I hold key to my own success
Suckers that step will be put to rest
I hold the key to my own success
And suckers that step will catch a bullet in their chest
So pass the buddha the funky tie hooter
Watch me rip because I'm such a slick shooter
Not a generic dime a dozen M.C.
Never was in a posse never wanted to be
I'm here and I'm there
I'm Kid Rock bitch and I'm everywhere
I'm here and I'm there
I'm Kid Rock hoe and I'm everywhere
Many nights she comes to me and fills me where I lay
I hope to god one day she gonna see the love is not that way
She holds in that morning time and never lets me go
I hold on back one day she gonna see and come into my show
N-N-Now I've been walkin the earth since the beginning of time
And won't leave till I've received that seventh sign
All this talk their gonna drop the bomb
But life keeps going on and on and on and on
The world's end don't worry me
And I'm gonna get where I'm going, just don't hurry me
Cause I'm in no rush and I can't stand rushin
Everything is slow motion like I'm trippin on tussin
Fussin with the girls, they waste my time
Thrashin and bashin going out of my mind
Crucified by the critics, everyday
Cause I really ain't got that much to say
I'm a slave to the trade, paid to rhyme
I don't wear a watch and I don't keep time
I live my life just like the skipper
But only at night because I'm a day tripper
Twitchin, shakin and I get more bass than John Paul Jones
Visions of red shoot through my head
And I wont stop trippin till the day I'm dead
I'm here and I'm there
I'm Kid Rock bitch and I'm everywhere
I'm here and I'm there
I'm Kid Rock hoe and I'm everywhere
Many nights she comes to me and fills me where I lay
I hope to god one day she gonna see the love is not that way
She holds in that morning time and never lets me go
I hold on back one day she gonna see and come into my show
Yeah...Yeah...Yeah on down
Hey...hey, hey...hey, hey, hey, hey
On down, on down, on down, down, down, down, down
Well, well, well, well
Hey heeeeeeeeeeyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
Yeah your fuckin with the Kid Rock honey
Get back on the streets and get my money
Money, money, money, money, money, money
Get my money
Yeah you fuckin with the Kid Rock baby
You can have my car if it will drive you crazy
Crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy
Yeah your fuckin with the Kid Rock honey
Get back on the streets and get my money
Yeah you fuckin with the Kid Rock baby
You can have my car if it will drive you crazy
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My veins are poppin from this love
inside
I just can't let it out
This pipe and these needles are my only guide
They've got me on the wrong route
What is my life about
Living in the shadows of a man I've never seen
Dreamin' like a lonely child
I know your brothers and your sister and your mother too
Man I wish you could see them too
Oh Lord
Oh Lord
Man I wish that you could see them too
Man I wish that you could see them too
So can I come to see you sometime
Cause I been missin you
I've never heard you cry I've never seen you whine
I'm feeling oh so young
But still I must die to get to you
And if I do I wonder how just you will see me
And implicate the things I've done
I'm diein in the shadows of this man I've never seen
I'll see you soon
Now where's my gun
Oh Lord
Oh Lord
Oh Lord
Wheres my gun
Oh wheres my gun
Oh Lord
Wheres my gun
Oh Lord
My gun
Let me open your eyes
Let me see who you are
I am you, you are me
We are a part of
The second coming of christ
It's God himself in a jar
Yeah...yeah
Yeah...yeah
Let me open your eyes
Let me see who you are
I am you, you are me
We are a part of
The second coming of christ
Its god himself in a jar
Yeahhhh
Heyyyyyyy
You got me, sad and lonely
When I'm me...me
You know you make me so lonely
I am so alone
And I will prey and then I'll cry
And I will prey and then I'll cry
And I will prey and then I'll cry
And I will prey and then I'll cry
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You knew that I was coming cause you heard my name
But you don't know my game and never felt my pain
Can't read my brain but you read my lips
And got scared when you heard that I was coming with hits
Now don't even trip, be a man instead
Give thanks I'm alive when I should be dead
I'm in the red cause my mind's distortin
People claimin that they know me, but they only know a portion
I'm a move mountains and touch the sun
Don't get scared now, you knew this day would come
So hold your bids, all bets are closed
And fuck all you hoes
Cause it's been a long time comin'
But I finally broke like an egg yolk I ain't no joke
Like some uncut dope motherfucker, Kid Rock's to blame
Same game, same name, ain't a damn thing changed
No sell-out, I ain't no hoe
Fuck the radio...comin from the R-O-M-E-O
Watch me throw like a fist of rage
Self made and paid and sawed off twelve gauges
Up that ass for the nine eight (nine eight)
Never fake, shake, straight from the Great Lakes
Seven years on wax comin correct
Flat out you diss me punk
That's when I pull a strap out
And I get to buck-buck-bucking...a fuck-fuck-fucking your hoes
Cause they know who's runnin' this shit, Top Dog I'm the C-E-O
Role model, your mother-fucking H-E-R-O
My motto, Be Cool...Keep Pimpin
Don't sleep, we roll deep in a Lincoln
Four Vogues on a hundred spokes
We bust Biltmore Beavers and Top Dog Coats
We float like butterflies, sting like queen bees
Strapped with A-K's straight from the Chinese
What the fuck's goin on in the D
Bunch of white boys pimpin like the K-I-D
And it's all good I got love for my honkeys
We roll thick kick ass like donkeys
Anybody fuck's with you and I'm gonna mack 'em
Devil without a cause...I'm going platinum
I'm going Platinum
I'm going Platinum
We're going platinum
Devil without a cause...I'm going platinum
Uh
Devil...Devil
Yeah we come to party, so get down everybody
(Come On)
Yeah we come to party
I went from St. Claire Shores and drink specials at Winners
To New York City and 700 dollar dinners
From hangin with sinners and second hand cheap sex
To gettin much respect from top record exec's
The cool Kid's comin up to call you out
So shut up now or put my balls in your mouth
Bet that ass hoss I ain't forgot
When I was tossed in the dime baby left to rot
Used to call me dummy when my nose was fucking runny
Now my fuckin' bunnies gettin' fuckin' Matchbox 20 money
Motherfuckers want to claim their down
But when I was broke and down I never seen them around
All the shit we talked, all the shit we dreamed
I did it without you got a brand new team
No triple beams it seems like a movie
Bought two cribs, droptop, and jacuzzi
No more fluzzies only high class hoes
Couple when it rains and a few when it snows
A brand new nose to go along with my habit
And a garden hose made out of 24 karat
Bought a couple parots that like to squak
And they sound like you and all the shit you talk
Step inside my shoes, you couldn't fill em doc
You're too old to kid too soft to rock
Already did what most love shout
Seven years on wax and I still ain't sold out
And there ain't no doubt...in my mind
That I'm gonna stomp all over you test of time
I'm go platinum
I'm go platinum
I'm go platinum
Were going platinum
Devil without a cause...I'm going platinum
Uh
Devil
Come on
Devil
Uh...Uh
Devil
Straight out of the streets of Taylor
3 foot high...ready to get fly...Joe C
I'm the J-O-E to the C hoe
Call me Joe C got more game than Coleco
I'm a freak hoe call me sick
Three foot nine with a ten foot dick
The ladies pick, I'm a crazy hick
And rake through kind like a bum through wine
It's my time so I'm gonna shine like lead
Old as piss, but small as ass
Watch me pass smoke some hash
You're raking grass while I'm raking cash
High-ass voice like Aaron Nevelle
And I'm down with The Devil
Say we like to party, rock the party
We like to party, rock the party
We like to party, rock the party
We like to party, rock the party
You like to party, rock the party
We like to party, rock the party
You like to party, rock the party
Devil without a cause...I'm going platinum
Uh...Uh
Come on
Uh...Uh...Uh...Uh
Hahahahaha
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Yeah
And I set up and tore down this stage with my own two hands
We've travel this land packed tight in mini vans
And all this for the fans, girls, money, and fame
I played their game
And as they scream my name
I will show no shame
I live and die for this
And if I come off soft
Then chew on this
Are you scared?
Devil Without A Cause
And I'm back with the beaver hats
And Ben Davis slacks
Thirty pack of Strohs
Thirty pack of hoes
No rogaine and the propane flows
The chosen one
I'm the living proof
With the gift of gab
From the city of truth
I jabbed and stabbed
And knocked critics back
And I did not stutter when I said that
I'm going platinum
Sellin rhymes
I went platinum
Seven times
And still they ill
They wanna see us fry
I guess because Only God Knows Why
Why why why why
Ohhhhhhhhhhhh
They call me cowboy, I'm the singer in black
So throw a finger in the air and let me see where you're at
Say hey hey
Let me hear where your at and say hey hey
I'm givin it back, so say hey hey
Show me some metal and say
Hey hey hey hey
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Gat!!!!!
Fuck all y'all
I like AC/DC and ZZ Top
Bocephus, Beasties and the kings of rock
Skynyrd, Segar, Limp, Korn, the Stones
David Allen Coe and no show Jones
Yeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh
Pass that bottle around
Got the rock from Detroit
Soul from Motown
The underground stoned fuckin pimp
With tracks that mack and slap back the whack
Never gay, no way, I dont play with ass
But watch me rock with Liberace flash
Punk rock, The clash
Boy bands are trash
I like Johnny Cash and Grand Master Flash
Flash flash flash flash
ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
They call me cowboy, I'm the singer in black
So throw a finger in the air and let me see where you're at
Say hey hey
Let me hear where your at and say hey hey
I'm givin it back, so say hey hey
Show me some metal and say
Hey hey hey hey
Uh, uh, uh, Gat
Yeah, I saw your band
Jumpin around on stage like a bunch of wounded ducks
When you gonna learn sucker
You just can't fuck with
Twisted Brbrbr Brown Brown...TRUCKER
TRuuuuuccckeeeeerrrrr
I'm an... American Bad Ass
Watch me kick
You can roll with rock
Or you can Suck My Dick (undedited version) or Radio Edit (edited version)
I'm a porno flick, I'm like amazing grace
I'm gonna fuck some hoe's after I rock this place
Super fly, livin double wide
Side car my glide
So Joe C can ride
Full sack to share
Bringin flash and glare
Got the long hair swingin middle finger in the air
Snakeskin suits, Sixty-five Chevelle's
See me ride in sin
Hear the rebel yell
I won't live to tell
So if you do
Give the next generation a big, Fuck You!
Who knew I'd blow up like Oklahoma
Said fuck highschool, pissed on my diploma
Smell the aroma
Check my hits
I know it stinks in here
Cause I'm the shit, shit, shit, shit, shit
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh
They call me cowboy, I'm the singer in black
So throw a finger in the air, let me see where you're at
Say hey hey
Let me hear where you're at and say hey hey
I'm givin' it back so say, hey hey
Show me some metal and say
Hey hey hey hey
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...huh huh
I'm a cowboy
Bad ass in black
Singin
Hey hey hey hey
From side to side
From front to back
Say hey hey hey hey
I put Detroit city back on the map
And singin
Hey hey hey hey
Kid Rock's in the house
And thats where I'm at
Hahahaha
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I sense danger, I'm a stranger
I'm feelin major torn, cause I wasn't born in a manger
And my anger has no outlet
So all day long I smoke that sess
I never rest, never sleep, I'm a freak
Too cheap to talk, and so I scream like YAHHHHHHHH!!!
And everything that you stand for hates us
But everything your soul needs it awaits us
So let's ride, not slide, let's mack
And if they say you can't go around her say FUCK THAT
So let's ride, not slide, let's mack
And if they say you can't go around him say FUCK THAT
So let's ride, not slide, let's mack
And if they say you can't come around here say FUCK THAT
So let's ride, not slide, let's mack
And if they say you can't come around me say FUCK THAT
I sense danger, I'm a stranger
I'm feelin major torn, cause I wasn't born in a manger
I feel funny, and I smell like sex
But in my heart I have no regrets
So let's roll, pay your toll, get soul
Let me know, uphold, smoke a bowl like
Cause everything that you stand for hates us
But everything your soul needs it awaits us
So let's ride, not slide, let's mack
And if they say you can't go around her say FUCK THAT
So let's ride, not slide, let's mack
And if they say you can't go around him say FUCK THAT
So let's ride, not slide, let's mack
And if they say you can't come around here say FUCK THAT
So let's ride, not slide, let's mack
And if they say you can't come around me say FUCK THAT
I see lights in my sights, but they look dim
I never backed out or cracked out, but I look thin
I wanna fight for the right, but I'm wrong
Say you love me, now I'm gone
I never rest, never sleep, I'm a freak
Too cheap to talk, and so I shut up like
And everything that you stand for hates us
But everything your soul needs it awaits us
So let's ride, not slide, let's mack
And if they say you can't go around her say FUCK THAT
So let's ride, not slide, let's mack
And if they say you can't go around him say FUCK THAT
So let's ride, not slide, let's mack
And if they say you can't come around here say FUCK THAT
So let's ride, not slide, let's mack
And if they say you can't come around me say FUCK THAT
FUCK THAT
FUCK THAT
FUCK THAT
FUCK THAT
FUCK THAT
FUCK THAT
FUCK THAT
FUCK THAT
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Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogy said
up jump the boogy
Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogy said up jump the boogy
Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogy said up jump the boogy
Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogy said up jump the boogy
Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogy said up jump the boogy
Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogy said up jump the boogy
Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogy said up jump the boogy
(Get Ready)
My name is KIIIIIIIIIIIID...Kid Rock
Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogy said up jump the boogy
Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogy said up jump the boogy
Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogy said up jump the boogy
Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogy said up jump the boogy
And this is for the questions that don't have any answers
The midnight glancers and the topless dancers
The candid freaks, cars packed with speakers
The G's with the forties and the chicks with beepers
The Northern Lights and the Southern Comfort
And it don't even matter if the veins are punctured
All the crackheads, the critics, the cynics
And all my heros in the Methodone Clinic
All you bastards at the IRS
For the crooked cops and the cluttered desks
For the shots of jack and the caps of meth
Half pints of love and the fifths of stress
For the hookers all tricking out in Hollywood
And for my hoods of the world misunderstood
I said it's all good and it's all in fun
Now get in the pit and try to love someone
Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogy said up jump the boogy
(Love Someone)
Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogy said up jump the boogy
(Kill Someone)
Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogy said up jump the boogy
(Love Someone)
Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogy said up jump the boogy
(Come On)
For the timebombs ticking and the heads that hang
All the gangs getting money and the heads that bang bang
Wild mustangs the porno flicks
All my homies in the county in cell block six
The grits when there ain't enough eggs to cook
And for DB Cooper and money he took
You can look for answers but that ain't fun
Now get in the pit and try to love someone
What
Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogy said up jump the boogy
Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogy said up jump the boogy
(Come On)
Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogy said up jump the boogy
Love, and for the hate
And for the peace.... WARRRRRRRRRRRR
Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogy said up jump the boogy
Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogy said up jump the boogy
(Come On)
Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogy said up jump the boogy
Bawitdaba da bang a dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogy said up jump the boogy
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Well I'm packing up my game and I'm a head out west
Where real women come equipped with scripts and fake breasts
Find a nest in the hills chill like Flynt
Buy an old drop top find a spot to pimp
And I'm a Kid Rock it up and down your block
With a bottle of scotch and watch lots of crotch
Buy yacht with a flag sayin' chillin the most
Then rock that bitch up and down the coast
Give a toast to the sun, drink with the stars
Get thrown in the mix and tossed out of bars
Sip the Tiajuana ...I wanna roam
Find the old town chillin fools then come back home
Start an escort service, for all the right reasons
And set up shop at the top of four seasons
Kid Rock and I'm the real mccoy
And I'm headin' out west sucker...because I wanna be a
Cowboy baby
With the top let back and the sunshine shining
Cowboy baby
West coast chillin with the Boone's Wine
I wanna be a Cowboy baby
Ridin at night cause I sleep all day
Cowboy baby
I can smell a pig from a mile away
I bet you'll hear my whistle blowin when my train rolls in
It goes (whistle) like dust in the wind
Stoned pimp, stoned freak, stoned out of my mind
I once was lost, but now I'm just blind
Palm trees and weeds, scabbed knees and rice
Get a map to the stars, find Heidi Fleiss
And if the price is right I'm gonna make my bid boy
And let Cali-for-ny-aye know why they call me
Cowboy baby
With the top let back and the sunshine shining
Cowboy baby
West coast chillin with the Boone's Wine
I wanna be a Cowboy baby
Ridin at night cause I sleep all day
Cowboy baby
I can smell a pig from a mile away
Yeah...Kid Rock...you can call me Tex
Rollin sunset woman with a bottle of Becks
Seen a slimmy in a vette, rolled down my glass
And said, Yeah this dick fits right in your ass
No kiddin, gun slingin, spurs hittin the floor
Call me Hoss, I'm the Boss, with the sauce in the horse
No remorse for the sherrif, in his eye I ain't right
I'm gonna paint his town red, and paint his wife white HUH
Cause chaos, rock like Amadeus
Find West Coast pussy for my Detroit players
Mack like mayors, ball like Lakers
They told us to leave, but bet they can't make us
Why they wanna pick on me...lock me up and stored away my key
I ain't no G, I'm just a regular failure
I ain't straight outta Compton I'm straight out the trailer
Cuss like a sailor...drink like a Mick
My only words of wisdom are just, Radio Edit
I'm flickin my Bic up and down that coast and
Keep on truckin until it falls into motion
Cowboy
With the top let back and the sunshine shining
Cowboy
Spend all my time at Hollywood and Vine
Cowboy
Ridin at night cause I sleep all day
Cowboy
I can smell a pig from a mile away
Cowboy
With the top let back and the sunshine shining
Cowboy
With the top let back and the sunshine shining
Cowboy
Hollywood and Vine
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I've been sittin here
Tryin to find myself
I get behind myself
I need to rewind myself
Lookin for the payback
Listen for the playback
They say that every man bleeds just like me
And I feel like number one
Yet I'm last in line
I watch my youngest son
And it helps to pass the time
I take too many pills it helps to ease the pain
I made a couple of dollar bills, but still I feel the same
Everybody knows my name
They say it way out loud
A lot of folks fuck with me
It's hard to hang out in crowds
I guess that's the price you pay
To be some big shot like I am
Out strecthed hands and one night stands
Still I can't find love
And when your walls come tumbling down
I will always be around
Yeah
As it...hey
And when your walls come tumbling down
I will always be around
People don't know about the things I say and do
They don't understand about the shit that I've been through
It's been so long since I've been home
I've been gone, I've been gone for way too long
Maybe I forgot all things I miss
Oh somehow I know there's more to life than this
I said it too many times
And I still stand firm
You get what you put in
And people get what they deserve
Still I ain't seen mine
No I ain't seen mine
I've been giving just ain't been gettin
I've been walking that there line
So I think I'll keep a walking
With my head held high
I'll keep moving on and only God knows why
Only God
Only God
Only God knows why, why, why, why
Only God...knows...why, why, why
Only God knows why
Take me to the river edge
Take me to the river, hey hey hey
Back to the top
A shimmy shimmy go go motha fuckin puff bitch
It's the K-K-Kid Rock with the K-K-Kid Rock shit
I'm on top bitch and rock for tricks
Hella whips and nips and flip trips for whips
I get all the money pussy falls like rain
Been gettin' laid and paid that's why I never complain
If I ain't in it for the money I'm in it for the P
It's 1998 yo and you still can't fuck with me
You don't be fuckin' with the blue eye
Fuckin' with my 2-5 up your fuckin' ass like my shoe size
I got a new vibe, kinda like Voodoo
You do what we say and we'll do what we want to
We're fuckin' up your city and we're fuckin' up your progam
Fuckin' all your bitches we can fuckin' give a goddamn
Twisted Brown gets down with no assistance
We won't quit until we're banned from existence
Persistance pays if that holds true
Then I'm gonna buy this fuckin' planet before the time I'm through
I was praised and raised on the thoughts of no takings
So let me get what I got comin' and the rest I'm fakin'
I'm shakin' like Jerry Lee Lewis and shit
You act like the motherfucker's new at this shit
But I've been true to this shit given' my heart and soul
Been shinin' like a diamond but gettin' passed as coal
So Fuck Off
Yeah
With my pants half hangin' off my ass and shit
Bowl filled hash pockets stuffed with cash
I be the mushroom trippin' sippin' shots of Jack
'Cause the kids don't listen gettin' lots of flack
I be the do wa diddy up and down you block and
The 10 karat Kid with my triggers cockin'
The K the I the D R-O-C K motherfucker and you still don't know me
So blow me bitch I don't rock for *Edited*
I rock for the cash and the topless dancers
Don't have no answers so pass the joint
I'm just paid in full and made in Detroit
I ride like Setta in the Indy 5
And get live with that which get's me high
Strive for perfection this much is true
We do what we say you say what we do
Kid Rock I couldn't be no Bozo
And I get too much nina
*Edited* and my glock rolls solo to Arizona
I'm an easy rider dreamin' of Wynonna
I roam the country like a Greyhound bus
Put faith in lust and in God I trust
I'm not Peter Pan I don't fuck with fairies
But I bust more rhymes than virgin cherries
And Harry Carey couldn't call my game
Fucked so many hoes I'm in the hall of fame
And I show no shame from coast to coast
I don't mean to brag, but I like to boast
Fuck Off
Yeah right in your mother fuckin' ass bitch
With that Detroit city shit ain't shit swift we're on the same script
Nothing new since 76 Kid Rock
Yo Slim Shady come break these mother fuckers off
(Eminem)
Yo tell the world to hold their breath they're breathing the wrong air
This planet belongs to me and this hippy with long hair
Two white boys who spike punch and light joints
Hang around drugs loud music and like noise
Slim Shady and Brown Trucker another bunch of mother fuckers
Who hate the world as much as each other
And I ain't leaving this party tonight
'Til I see some naked bitches dancin' around drunk touchin' each other
Rum and Pepsi got your whole perception of me sketchy
'Cause when I stage dive people are scared to catch me
'Cause all I do is curse and fuck
So when I do 'shrooms you all better give me two rooms
'Cause I'm fuckin' the first one up
So when you see me on your block you better lock your cars
'Cause you know I'm losin' it when I'm rappin' to rock guitars
This is for children who break rules
People that straight fool
And ever single teenager that hates school
Fuck Off
Back to the top
Black chick white guy
Does it mean shit, maybe
I don't know, but yo it never phased me
But either way here's one tail
Of two like that and what prevailed
It started way back in the eigth grade
In the small old town where the two both stayed
He came from a family of middle class
Where everything he did he always had to ask
She came from a place that was so alone
You know the same old tail of a broken home
Her momma was an alkie and more like a friend
Had three different kids from three different men
And that's just the way shit was
Couldn't change it, couldn't rearrange it so there it was
Anyway the two kept on
With the phone calls notes and so on and so on
And after the bullshitin and whatten
That day came the two started fuckin
All the time you know kids habit's
Every single day fuckin like rabbits
Sneakin out the car when he was 15
Climbin in the window and fuckin all night see
Fuckin during lunch in the junior high bathrooms
Drinking champagne and trippin on mushrooms
His dick was metal her pussy was a magnet
Ninth grade came, I'm pregnant
Shit got frantic and man oh Lord it was a tough decision
But they decided to abort it
It might have been right, it might have been wrong
But one thing's for sure, it really fucked his head up
Where is it, who is it, how is it, was it right
These are the things he thought in bed at night
A lot of people might laugh at this
But fuck em they don't know the half of it
Ain't no sunshine when you're low
I'm low
People tell me life's a game, I'm not playin
Bitches don't mean shit to me anymore
I have taken my blows, I'm still standin
Now as time went on the the two kept on
They kept seeing each other off and on
See she moved to the city and you know what happened
Black chick with a real white accent
Pretty girl in the ghetto go figure
Yeah she got macked by some dope dealin nigger
Still seein that other kid on the side
She kept most of her thoughts inside
See all the first guy did was just love her
While that punk mother fucker used to beat her and punch her
She was livin all wild
I think all she ever wanted was the love of her own child
She asked the first guy to have his baby
He looked at her like she must be crazy
He was makin records and goin on tour
20,000 people hip hoppin on the floor
And all that while she sat at home and got macked
If she stepped out of line she got slapped
And then one day she prayed to the Lord to take that guy away
And he did he got caught with a loaded gun
And went to jail, but first she had his son
Ooohh and now what to do
She had no man, no money, and no clue
Now the other guy came back from tourin
And she called him up early one mornin
They hooked up her mind was blown
As he began to raise her son as his own
And that's a lot of shit to deal with man
And if you ain't been there you wouldn't understand
And people still laugh at this shit
Fuck em they don't know the half of it
Ain't no sunshine when you're low
I'm low
People tell me life's a game I'm not playin
Bitches don't mean shit to me anymore
I have taken my blows, I'm still standin
Now for the next year there was some good times
A few bad times, mostly good times
See he was a ramblin man to the bone
He liked women and wine and he loved to roam
Not like she was any kind of Saint
See in this story there's a lot of red paint
But time kept slippin and made her crazy
And she talked about havin another baby
The guy was like, Oooh Lord
We got one now that we can't afford
But she convinced she could handle even two
Said I want your child or I'm leavin you
I can't figure out why then he didn't run
I guess he was attached to her and her son
All confused about what to do
That girl met another guy and was fuckin him too
Slut
Could barely pay her rent
And then the same old shit, I'm pregrant
And if that ain't some shit cuz
The girl didn't even know who the father was
And still by her side the first guy stayed
Head gettin more fucked by the day
He stuck it out for nine months I don't know why
And then a little girl on the Fourth of July
Was born in the front seat of his car
It was amazing
Kinda like a shooting star
He was happy told his family and friends
Only to realize later his little girl wasn't his
And that crushed him quick
Suicidal thoughts were in his head real thick
But before he found all that out
From the same chic another kid popped out
And that shit's real ill
Girl told him that she was takin the fuckin pill
She must have known all along
The little girl wasn't his and she was tryin to latch on
Three different kids from three different men
History repeats itself again
And after some more shit got stirred
He kicked that bitch to the curb
And now from her he's got a little boy that makes him laugh a bit
Huh, And he loves him
But still you don't know the fuckin half of it
Ain't no sunshine when you're low
I'm low
People tell me life's a game I'm not playin
Bitches don't mean shit to me anymore
I have taken my blows, I'm still standin
I'm still standin
I'm still standin
I'm still standiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn
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You don't know how you met me
You don't know why
You can't turn around and say goodbye
All you know is when I'm with you
I make you free
And swim through your veins like a fish in the sea
I'm singin'
Chorus:
Follow me everything is alright
I'll be the one to tuck you in at night
And if you
Want to leave I can guarantee
You won't find nobody else like me
I'm not worried bout the ring you wear
Cuz as long as no one knows than nobody can care
You're feelin' guilty and I'm well aware
But you don't look ashamed and baby
I'm not scared
I'm singin'
Repeat Chorus
Won't give you money
I can't give you the sky
Your better off if you don't ask why
I'm not the reason that you go astray and
We'll be all right if you don't ask me to stay
Repeat Chorus
You don't know how you met me
You don't know why
You can't turn around and say goodbye
All you know is when I'm with you
I make you free
And swim through your veins like a fish in the sea
I'm singin'
Repeat Chorus
Back to the top
I'm back (back) the fog has lifted
The earth has shifted
and raised the gifted
You knew I'd be back
so pack your bone And hit the road jack
cause daddy's home
With the funky hot rifs
Thick like Al Rowker
Pumpin out hits
Gettin chips like Oprah
Bitch I told ya, do not hate
Or question the music i make (uh)
[chorus]
I make punk rock
and I mix it with the hip hop
I get you higher then a tree top
You wanna roll with the Kid Rock
I make southern rock
And i mix it with the hip hop
I got money like Fort Knox
I'll forever been the Kid Rock
Forever
The junkies are, still cigar puffin
Still the same cause I ain't changed nothin
Huffin and puffin
I got you rookies
All in check doin' the redneck boogie
The king is back to retract the whack
Repacked my sack with a double deck pack
Forget all that i'm still singin
And like kids on monkey bars i'm still swingin
Thought I got dusty
Thought I'd get rusty
thought I'd get rich and quit oh he must be
Fat and ugly broke black and blue
But I'm trim, fit, rich and I'm back for round two
Red white and the pabst blue ribbon
Dead right that's how I'm livin'
Givin you more then the frauds and fakes
They can't make the kind of music I make (uh uh)
[chorus]
The black hat is back, in original form
The ledgible creditable inevitable storm
Way past the norm,still misbehavin
Finger in the air and the flag still wavin
Young crones don't test the boss
Cause I got this sewn like betsy ross
You can floss and front
You can taunt and tease
But you can't fuck with rhymes like these
Thumpin like a drum kit
With rifs that split picks
Pumpin for the kids who twist spliffs and sip fifths
I got the gift I'm about to unwrap it
8 ball side pocket
8 ball in my jacket
Pussy and blow you now how i live
Can't say that Kid
Fuck off I just did
Watch me twirl like Earl the pearl
Or just keep on Kid Rockin in the free world
[chorus]
punk rock
Forever
hip hop
Forever
tree top
Forever
Kid Rock (yeahhhhhhhh!)
punk rock
Forever
Hip hop
Forever
southern rock
Forever
Kid Rock
Forever (yeahhhhhhhhh!)
FOREVER!!
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Lay it on me
King Cowboy baby, you know my credits
Don't ask if it's true, fuck it I said it
Regret it? (Never) Pimpin'? (Forever)
Pull more hoe's than the free cash levers
So you better never, question the cleaver, cleaver
I sever whatever, forget her, and turn 'em redder than ever
You better wet her, and leave her makin' her miss me
Cause that's how we do it up in Detroit city
71 super charged big block hemmy
Ya eldavarge, I'm livin' more like Lemmy
B-B-B-B-B Benny and the jet's is hot
But you aint never met a motherfucker like Kid Rock
And Twisted Brown Truckers like a loaded gun
We're the band that other bands run from
Doin' the backstage boogie is where you'll find me
If you want some of that flash a pass, come back and
lay it on me
Lay it on me
Baby you got
Lay it on me
Uhh..just lay it on me
Lay it on me
Lay it on me
Now, people always say I aint livin' right
But it aint my fault you misplaced your light
Replaced your wife with some 2 bit missy
Now she's gettin' fucked up in Detroit city
Kickin' with the hippies, bikers, thugs
Hit me with a micky, fast women and drugs
1 love, for 2 minutes a 3rd minute I'm gone
Wake me up to eat around the crack of dawn
I'm makin' pancakes baby if ya crack the eggs
You'll feel the hours torn later when you spread your legs
No need to bag, and don't trail behind me
Just step up front a little lady and
Lay it on me
Lay it on me
Baby you got
Lay it on me
Uhh uhh uhh uhh..just lay it on me
Lay it on me
Lay it on me
Hey, hey, hey
(talkbox)Here we go, lets, lets jam.
We're comin', we're comin', we're comin'
Live from Detroit it's Saturday night
Got the funky fresh rhyme no beat to bite
And to ya'll hee haws who thought I'd never rank
I'm goin' hahahahaha all the way to the bank bitch
I got rich off a keepin' it real
While you radioheads are reinventin' the wheel
Got critics all trippin' off I don't know what
While I'm sippin' king louie not givin' a fuck
Trash me in the news, give me wack reviews
But you'll never find another who can fill my shoes
Who can roll the blues, who can rock the rap
Who can rock, who can roll, who can flow like that
Uhh black rim and a pocket full of phone numbers
From Pam Anderson to Suzanne Summers
Understand I want peace like Gandi
But until that day I'ma walk this way so
Lay it on me
I'm talkin' all night long
Lay it on me
Like a bang a gong
Lay it on me
With AC/DC on
From hells bells to the next 9 songs
Lay it on me
I can love you like that
Lay it on me
I'd rather fuck to Foghat
Lay it on me
Yeah I can make you shake
Slow ride it baby through the piano break
Come on, come on, come on
So step up front little lady
Lay it on me
Got to lay it on
Lay it on me
Yeahhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhh
Ohhhhhh lat it on me
You gotta 1, 2, 3 give it up
Lay it on me
Back to the top
Guess who's back? haha
I used to be broke, confused..no joke
Got used, smoked dope, paid dues
Refused to give up quick,
Now theres 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 uh
I'm the illest fool
Cooler than the water in a swimmin' pool
Fly like a seagul, 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 aint braggin' motherfucker if ya back it up
They say I'm cocky, and I say What?
It aint braggin' motherfucker if ya back it up
I'm from the outskirts of Detroit rock city
A shirts, cadilacs, big titties
Skinny models you can keep those
I like big corn fed mid western hoes
Dont 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 aint braggin' motherfucker if ya back it up
They say I'm cocky, and I say What?
It aint 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 Bently? 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 gardners and fuckin' my maids
Nevermind my age but if we're takin' number
15 million sold motherfucker
They say I'm cocky, and I say What?
It aint braggin' motherfucker if ya back it up
They say I'm cocky, and I say What?
It aint braggin' motherfucker if ya back it up
Cocky, and I say What?
It aint braggin' motherfucker if ya back it up
They say I'm cocky, and I say What?
It aint braggin' motherfucker if ya back it up
Back to the top
Headin' for the south lands, lookin' for some fun
Down below that dixie mason I know your the one
My tongue is chasin' my eyes are wide, I can see paradise
I been down here once or twice but I never seen it look so nice
ahhhhhhhhh yeahhhh
ahhhhhhhhh yeah yeah
I like it with the grass cut low
Big mountain tops valley below
I love it when you scream out my name
Kid Rock, what you say?
Kid Rock, what you say?
Kid Rock, what you say?
Kid Rock Yeahhhhh
Cause I'ma bad maama jamma from Detroit city
Rock from southern Alabama back to Macanow city
I'm raw and greedy, show me, gimme, I'll nick it
Gimme a slimmy and a jimmy I'll stick it
Pick me up lady or beam me up scottie
Late night shaddy let me slip it in your body
I'ma scramblin' ramblin' straight travelin' man
Spreadin' Moejo Sam, please understand
From Detroit to New Orleans
I love the life but I never sold my soul
All them late nights, and early mornings
Let me show you what I learned out on the road
Let me show you what I learned out on the road
You know I've tried a thousand times and I've tried to explain
And I've cried a thousand times over things that I can't change
I've learned a lot you know, I grow each passing day
And I blame nobody but myself for mistakes that I have made
He's a bad maama jamma from Detroit city
Rock from southern Alabama back to Macanow city
I'm raw and greedy, show me gimme, I'll nick it
Gimme a slimmy and a jimmy I'll stick it
Pick me up lady or beam me up scottie
Late night shaddy let me slip it in your body
I'ma scramblin' ramblin' straight travelin' man
Spreadin' Moejo Sam, please understand
From Detroit to New Orleans
I love the life but I never sold my soul
All them late nights, and early mornings
Let me show you what I learned out on the road
Let me show you what I learned out on the road
Lord knows when your not here, I get so damn bored of me
And I've spent some lonely nights that did not have to be
And if you could only see, I swear I'd show you true
And although I carry a load out on the road,
I wanna come back home to you
From Detroit to New Orleans
I love the life but I never sold my soul
All them late nights, and early mornings
Let me show you what I learned out on the road
From Detroit to Carolina
I love the life but I never sold my soul
From London town down to China
Let me show you what I learned out on the road
Let me show you what I learned out on the road
Back to the top
Up and down that lonely road of faith
I have been there
Unprepared for the storms and the tides that rise
I've realized one thing, how much I love you
And it hurts to see, see you cryin'
I believe we can make it through the winds of change
God is great indeed
If you believe, in the everlife
Yeah we gotta
Make some sense of the piece that's not defined
And if you just hold on, I wont let ya fall
We can make it through the storms and the winds of change
Though I walk through the valley of darkness
I am not afraid
Cause I know I'm not alone
And if the wind blows east, would you follow me
And if the wind blows north, would ya stay your course
And if the wind blows west, would ya second guess
And if it blows to the south, would you count me out
And if the sun don't shine, would you still be mine
And if the sky turns grey, would you walk away
Would you say I do, if I say I'll be
And walk this road through life with me
You know I love youuuuuu
On this lonely road of faith
On this lonely road of faith
Picture (featuring Sheryl Crow)Back to the top
[Kid Rock]
Livin' my life in a slow hell
Different girl every night at the hotel
I ain't seen the sun shine in 3 damn days
Been fuelin' up on cocaine and whisky
Wish I had a good girl to miss me
Lord I wonder if I'll ever change my ways
I put your picture away
Sat down and cried the day
I can't look at you, I'm lyin' next to her
I put your picture away, sat down and cried today
I can't look at you I'm lyin' next to her
[Sherly Crow]
I called you last night in the hotel
Everyone knows but they wont tell
But their half hearted smiles tell me
Somethin' just ain't right
I been waitin' on you for a long time
Fuelin' up on heartaches and cheap wine
I ain't heard from you in 3 damn nights
I put your picture away
I wonder where you been
I can't look at you while I'm lyin' next to him
I put your picture away
I wonder where you been
I can't look at you while I'm lyin' next to him
I saw ya yesterday with an old friend
[Kid Rock]
It was the same ole same "how have you been"
[Both]
Since you been gone my worlds been dark & grey
[Kid Rock]
You reminded me of brighter days
[Sheryl Crow]
I hoped you were comin' home to stay
I was head of the church
[Kid Rock]
I was off to drink you away
[Both]
I thought about you for a long time
Can't seem to get you off my mind
I can't nderstand why we're living life this way
I found your picture today
I swear I'll change my ways
I just called to say I want you to come back home
I found your picture today
I swear I'll change my ways
I just called to say I want you to come back home
I just called to say, I love you come back home
Back to the top
I was hiding from the sun once again
I was running from the time my friend
I've lost another war
So, I poured one more and went home drunk again
She was up when the key hit the lock
And the clock looked at me just like the devil in disguise
I saw it in her eyes - she'd be gone before the evenin'
So, I poured another strong one and chopped a line from here to Texas
Cause I've lost another good one - she's on the midnight train to
Memphis
With a brand new start, I swore I'd love from the heart
I meant to change my ways
But I've seen better days than the one's that's here this mornin'
With a wife and kids at home with a job some where on some assembly line
I wish I had that life - I bet you wish you had mine
So, let's pour another tall one and chop a line from here to Texas
Cause I've lost another good one - she's on the midnight train to
Memphis
[David Spade]
Dude, what station is this? K snooze?
Kid Rock I thought he was the American bad ass
He's putting me to sleep. Nudge me if he gets over five decibels.
I knew his first album was a good one
But that's the way I am
And this is how I jam
All across the land from Alabama to bandstand
Doped up rebel with an attitude
Shit
So fuck a bitch
So fuck a bitch
So fuck a bitch
I won't switch won't quit my vices
Flip the script cause I'm gonna slice the righteous
Haven't you heard I don't refrain
Free as a bird and so I won't change
Livin it up Givin it up fuckin shit up
What
I'm gonna run my track from the D to Nantucket
So fuck it - If you don't dig that, you can suck it.
And it don't
And it don't
With an old suitcase, I swear I'll leave this place
I'll get you back in time
Can't drink you off my mind. So, I'll see you when I'm sober.
I been looking for some reasons, but I ain't found one down in Texas
I been changing with the seasons
Walked in a new line back to Memphis.
Back to the top
I got the
I got them love sick blues ya'll
Man, I can't find my baby
I think she took off with another man
I been around the world looking twice
You know I checked in New York City
On the streets and on the subways
And I looked around that tired town to find the one who loved me
I looked out in the Hamptons thought she'd be hangin' with them rich
folks
But no she wasn't anywhere hangin' on the east coast
I wish my baby come home
I want my baby come home
I wish my baby come home
I want my baby yeah my baby to come back home
Man you know I love that girl
I checked down to the Southern plains from Alabama to Georgia
Honey if you hear this, please know I'm looking for ya
I checked with all my rebel friends
I've looked around for weeks
And I swear until I find her I won't eat and I won't sleep
I want my baby come home
I want my baby come home
I want my baby come home
I wish my baby yeah my baby would come back home
I went from Albuquerque to Maine and didn't find a damn thing
So I looked in California - up and down the coast
I looked all over Hollywood - it wasn't even close
Never found nothin'
So, I came home, home to Detroit City
And there she was sittin' on my porch - My baby looked so pretty
Now my baby's back home
Yea my baby came home
Yea my baby's back home
I'm so happy that my baby is finally home
Back to the top
I might walk a little funny but my walk is
me
I might stutter when I talk but I say what I see
I don't agree with every other little thing that's proven
I do a lot of things that I shouldn't be doin'
I'll ruin everything you might have had in mind
I'm a consistent, belligerent, solidified find
Rhinestone freak, suburban star
I ain't got no money and I got no car
I might make par if it don't take much
See I don't ride very far cuz I ride on Luck
I stay pretty stuck in a rut like I should
And I do it for the love of everything that's still good
Chorus:
I don't know why I come here
But I know I'll never leave
It's the only place I wanna be yeah, yeah, yeah
I don't know why I come here
But I know I'll never leave
It's the only place I wanna be yeah, yeah, yeah
I'm a long way gone but I ain't short lived
I got deep deep pockets that leak like a civ
I give 110 throughout the course of a night
And if I don't go home then I did things right
I'd like to settle down but I ain't that guy
Cuz everything I ever did I always did on the fly
I like to ride the wave til' the tide don't swell
I don't like cocaine but I like the smell
I dwell in the place you might see unfit
But there aint noghint you can every say to make me give a shit
I stay pretty stuck in a rut like I should
And do it for the love of everything that's still good
(Chorus)
I'd like to say that I don't do them bars
But my street called straight don't stretch too far uh huh
I'm on the move goin' nowhere fast
And you can tell the whole world they can kiss my ass
I'll take a pass be the last in line
And if it takes 10 years then I'm a be just fine
I saw the signs in the grass ain't green
I found love at the bottom of a bottle of Beam
See comin' clean just seemed so jaded
And bein' underrated is underrated but I don't hate it
I stay stuck in a rut like I should
You know I do it for the love of everything that's still good
(Chorus)
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