American Bad A** (Made Famous By Kid Rock) - The Hit Co. (热歌公司)

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!!!!!

F**k 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 f**kin pimp

With tracks that mack and slap back the whack

Never gay, no way, I dont play with a**

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 f**k with

Twisted Brbrbr Brown Brown...TRUCKER

TRuuuuuccckeeeeerrrrr

I'm an... American Bad A**

Watch me kick

You can roll with rock

Or you can Suck My Dick or Radio Edit

I'm a porno flick, I'm like amazing grace

I'm gonna f**k 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, F**k You!

Who knew I'd blow up like Oklahoma

Said f**k highschool, pissed on my diploma

Smell the aroma

Check my hits

I know it stinks in here

Cause I'm the sh*t, sh*t, sh*t, sh*t, sh*t

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 giving it back so say, hey hey

Show me some metal and say

Hey hey hey hey

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... huh huh

I'm a cowboy

Bad a** 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