[Kidrock]
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I’m the King of rock, there is none higher
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Sucker Mc’s should call me sire
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To burn my kingdom, you must use fire
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I won’t stop rocking till I retire
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We rock the party, and come correct
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Our cuts are on time, and rhymes connect
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Got the right to vote, and will elect
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And other rappers can’t stand us, but give us respect!
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Huh, huh, huh, yeah!
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[Joe C]
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Ohh, Ladies and gentlemen
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Straight outta Hollis Queens New York
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The one and only kings of rock
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Give it up for:
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Jam Master Jay and…
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[Run-DMC]
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Run, DMC
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Oh yeah, all the way down
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For you Funky, Ah yeah
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It’s like that y’all, we don’t stop, tell em’ D
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Throw your hands in the air, come on!
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And wave em’ like you just don’t care, everybody!
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And if you’re ready for Run (DMC) somebody say Oh yeah
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(Oh yeah) Oh yeah (Oh yeah)
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And we won’t stop hoods, we don’t stop
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This is Hollis rap (come on), everybody scream!
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For all you sucker MC’s perpetrating the front
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You ice-cold act, keep the crowd go mourn
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You’re the kinda guy that girls ignore
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(Whatcha drivin’?) I’m driving Caddies,
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Your fixing a Ford (What’s your name?)
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My name is Joseph Simmons, but my middle name’s lord
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And when I’m rapping on the mic you should all applaud,
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Because we’re wheeling (dealing), we’ve got a funny feeling
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We rock from the floor, up to the ceiling
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We’re movin’, you’re groovin’, it has been provin’
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We calm the savage beast, because are music is soothing
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We create it, relate it, and often demonstrate it
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We dis the sucker MC’s and make the other suckers
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hate it
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We’re rising, suprising, and often hypnotizing
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We always tell the truth, and then we never slip no lies in
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No curls, no braids, peasy hair to still get paid
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Jam Master cuts the record of the down and cross fade
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So Jay…
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(Kidrock)
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Bawitdaba-da bang-da bang-diggy-diggy-diggy
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(Like this Detroit style!)
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What’s this, this must be a little mistake
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Said the boogie-said up jump the boogie
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Bawitdaba-da bang-da bang-diggy-diggy-diggy
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Said the boogie-said up jump the boogie
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Hey ya, who is this? Yeah, who’s this?
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Who is this guy? Yeah, who’s this?
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Who are you? What is your name?
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Yo, tell em’ who you are!)
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My name is KID! (WHO?)
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It’s Kid baby, it’s KID
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Bawitdaba-da bang-da bang-diggy-diggy-diggy
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Said the boogie-said up jump the boogie, come on!
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Bawitdaba-da bang-da bang-diggy-diggy-diggy
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Said the boogie-said up jump the boogie, here we go
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Bawidaba-da bang-da bang-diggy-diggy-diggy
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Said the boogie-said up jump the boogie
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Bawidaba-da bang-da bang-diggy-diggy-diggy
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Shake your butt for your Kid rock!
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And this is for the questions that don't have any answers
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The midnight glances and the topless dancers
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The gander freaks, cars packed with speakers
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The G's with the 40's and the chicks with beepers
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The northern lights and the southern comfort
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And it don't even matter if their vanes are punctured
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All the crackheads, the critics, the cynics
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All my heroes in the methadone clinics
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All you bastards in the I.R.S
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For the crooked cops and the cluttered desks
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For the shots of jack, and Pints of love.
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And the fifth's of stress
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I’ve got the party in the bag, I’ve got no sweat
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For the hookers all trickin' out in Hollywood
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And for my hoods of the world misunderstood
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I said it's all good, yo and it's all in fun
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Get in the pit and try to love someone!
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Ah! Yeah!
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Ladies and gentlemen; give it up for Aerosmith
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(Joe C!)
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Oh shit!
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(Aerosmith)
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Ah yeah
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Backstroke lover always hidin' neath’ the cover
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Gonna talk to ya my daddy say
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He said "You ain't seen noting
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Till you're down on a muffin
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Then you're sure to be a-changin' your ways"
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I met a cheerleader, was a real young bleeder
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All the times I can reminisce
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And the best thing lovin'
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With her sister and her cousin
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Only started with a little kiss, like this,
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Like this, like this,
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like this, like this
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See-saw swingin' with the boys in the school
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And her feet flyin' up in the air
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