Back From The Dead Lyrics by Kid Rock

Back From The Dead Lyrics

    Back from the dead second l.p. here we go
    Comin at ya from the r.o.m.e.o.
    Pistol packed with a crew'o fly slimmys
    Hat turned back in some airwalk jimmys
    Never slackin hoes i be mackin
    Not wacked i don't try to act black when
    I came up i came at ya from the outskirts
    Bag of weed in the pocket of my sweatshirt
    Bone 2 the bone 2 the bad 2 the bad 2 the bone
    Hit bound from the mo-town allen
    Fuck a 40 i drink it by the gallon
    I started out in mount clemens as a d.j.
    Park parties gettin drunk on sunday
    Tweeked in the heat 2 a beat i'd rock 2 the -and rip shit up
    An now i've toured this nation
    Pimp of the nation
    Pullin hoes
    Rock the set in each city then step
    Me, blackman and funk daddy def stef
    Bitches, they think i'm sexist
    But all i want baby is your grits for breakfast
    Eggs, bacon, home cooked fries
    And gimme a plate of that pussy on the side
    Triple x on the set showin no class
    Just a foul mouthed little fuckin smart ass
    No fool i went 2 high school dumb ass
    Smoked dope and i flunked every class
    Slash and i smash cuz i thrash when i bash
    Invite me to a party and your house'll get trashed
    An outcast sick of being harassed so i dashed
    Moved out of the crib cuz i hated cuttin grass
    Now i reside on the eastside lovin it
    Cold 40 dog in a brown bag chuggin it
    Flex, sex, run of the next
    Flippin and trippin and rippin and shakin the suckers who wanted 2
    Front an get around 2 the
    2 get up or get down 2 the rhyme
    I'm shakin and takin and breakin i rip the mic like
    Every time fuck i don't eat no manwich
    Kickin back coolin with a cold grits sandwich
    Somebody said i'm the best in the mo-town
    But this town ain't shit but a ghost town
    Who ever said it they lied they fessed
    Bitch i'm the best in the mother fuckin midwest
    Wanna be heard when i rap so i yell it
    Sport a tigers cap like my man tom selleck
    One bad bitch i smoke hash from a stick
    Got more cash than fuckin white boy rick
    My first lp wasn't pushed for shit
    So jive records yo, go and suck a fat dick
    Cuz i'm rippin like a chainsaw
    Yes i'm that raw laughin' at ya suckers like hee haw
    Roll it up, take a hit and then pass it
    That's how we do it when we roll down gratiot
    In my grand marquis i pimp to the beat
    Two in the front and two hoes in the back seat

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