PRODIGAL SON/ History

I Wanna Go Back
(I wanna go back, back in time)
I wanna go back (I wanna go back)
(I wanna go back, go way back, way back)
(I wanna go back, back in time)

I remember litte Robert, cause I stayed with him
I used to go and see Campbell, when I needed a trim
And when times got grim and it seemed that I lost my way,
I used to get blown off with Reve
Bumpin' shoulders and slappin' hands
Willie Knight had a disco, right in his basement man
Them New Haven jams
Me and Blackman running crazy scams,
Not a black or white thing, a wrong or right thing (yo-yo)
Just makin' that money, and pullin them honies (yo-yo)
Spandex shorts and the halter tops
Slanging them rocks, runnin' from the cops
The only white kid walkin' 'round on the block,
Cruisin' in Amp's low ridin' ragtop
Go see Howard for what ya need
Underage, buyin' forties and bags of weed
Buyin' late night liquor from Bubba Coles
People used to say, Rock you got soul (you got it, you got it)
Things looked out, but so did Luke
Had a studio budget from the cocaine loot
Chuck D and Murph were the original three
and now Richard D and Kracker are down with me
I got a studio record and a taste of fame
But when I roll through the Clem it's still all the same
Even though things change, you know I ain't forgot
Cause the love from the past gave birth to Kid Rock
But it's hard to go back to the things I knew
Cause the new life I have, now lives for two

Yeah, and that's where I'm at
(I wanna go back, back in time)
And that's where I'm at (I wanna go back)
(I wanna go back, way back, way back)
(I wanna go back, back in time)
Bring it down

Let it ride, let it ride
(Way back, uh-huh)

I will Try and work on some on a song here and there in between everything else.

Shag, what song American Bad Ass- are you scared? lol or Prodigal Son?

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 dyin' 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
Where's my gun
Oh where's my gun
Oh Lord
Where's 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
It's God himself in a jar
Yeah Yeah Hey

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 pray and then I'll cry
And I will pray and then I'll cry
And I will pray and then I'll cry
And I will pray and then I'll cry
hmmm mmm

3 SHEETS TO THE WIND ( WHAT'S MY NAME) cont

3 sheets 2 the wind is the state I'm in
Half off the wagon with my feet draggin
Taggin hoes gettin lots of trim
Gettin jocks and props for all the spots I rock
I'm true I'm blue like Captain Kangaroo
And for the few who knew yo I'm a bang for you
Be-cuz the Kid Rock ain't no bitch yo
And I ain't no radio wanna get rich ho
So count my props you can't get with me and fuck all you cops you ain't shit to me
But hoes with guns playin hard for fun
So stay off my dick becuz I ain't the one
And for anyone tryin to bust me up
You better chill with that tryin to fuck me up
And if you're talkin shit I'm gonna shut ya up
and all ya wack D.J.'s I'm gonna cut ya up
Cuz I don't give a fuck about no one
and when I wax I tax and that's just how it goes son
Yo ain't no sucker
Cuz I'm the Kid.."Rock muther fucker"
Straight from Mo-town and I won't slow down
I cease the cheese M.C,'s I moe down
And I show no shame cuz I'm down for mine
now tell me what's my name

Kid- Rock Rock
Kid- Rock Rock
Come on bitch
What's my name
Kid- Rock Rock
Kid-Rock Rock
Come on, come on
Kid-Rock Rock
Kid-Rock Rock
Uhh I said what's my name
Kid-Rock Rock
Kid-Rock Rock

PAID

Oooooooooooo ooooooo...Yeahhh
And while your out gang bangin
Trying to catch a murder case
Your hoes on my couch gettin fucked in the face
Bumpin to the bass of some old school rap jam
Say what?
This aint tennis, but yo I'll use my backhand
On any grown man that tries to check rock
I wanna head bang, I gotta hip hop
Cause I'm gonna stick with what got me paid
Lickin that coochie with the high top fade
I'm self made like Henry Ford
I'm on this mic, but it feels like I been here before
I want more than the next man
Respect, plus the cash big checks
And mack on hoes like Rudy Ray
Cause the reach around just sounds so gay
I don't even swing that way
I told you hoes before I'm the K
I to the D R O C K'n, rhymes sayin, guitar playin
Turntable spinnin at a basement jam
No fame, no money, but you wouldn't understand
What it's like to be so real
You got the beats and the rhymes, but you ain't got no feel
I don't need the fancy music to make mine
Just the beat and the funky ass bass line
Drop a couple cuts on the track
A tracks to the mother fuckin wax
So while your making record that don't recoup, huh
I'm in the house gettin paid like Snoop

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Kid Rock an' I got all the hoes sayin
Fuck me baby, Kid Rock come fuck me baby
Fuck me baby, fuck me baby all night long
Fuck me baby, Kid Rock come fuck me baby
Fuck me baby, fuck me till the break of dawn
Oooo oooo...Yeaaaahh......All night long

*PAID cont*

Heh Heh
Yeeeaaah, Uh
Yeeeaaah, Uh, Uh, Uh
Yeeeaaah
Kid Rock and I got all the hoes sayin
Fuck me baby, Kid Rock come fuck me baby
Fuck me baby, fuck me baby all night long
Fuck me baby, Kid Rock come fuck me baby
Fuck me baby, fuck me till the break of dawn
Come on, come on
Oooooooohhhhhh Yeahhhh
Hahaha
Come on, come on baby, all night long

Fuck me baby, let it ride, let it ride
Fuck me baby, (oh yeah)
Come on, come on, come on, (oh yeah)
Somebody
Fuck me baby, (oh yeah)
Love me baby, (oh yeah)
Come on baby, (oh yeah), all night long, (oh yeah)
Baby, come on, (oh yeah), fuck me baby, (oh yeah)
Come on and do me daddy all night long, (oh yeah)
Come on and do me daddy, (oh yeah)
Come on and do me daddy, (oh yeah)
Come on and do me daddy, (oh yeah), All night long

Our lesson begins in the small town of Romeo Michigan 1985

Several years ago

Deep on the West Side of Detroit

I rank soley with old and new school rules of hip hop

Don Balaw, Wes Chill and my DJ JC fresh

Rockin' microphones and turn tables day by day and night by night

But still the force was not complete

That's when we met our homeboy by the name of Kid Rock

Others had doubts of the lad because he was white

But I knew what time it was

So I put him behind the tables and this is all he had to say

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck....Fuck off

This is the History Of Rock

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
Yeeeaaahhhh
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- 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-hey
Uuh uuh uuh ....Gat

Yeah, I saw your band
Jumpin around on stage like a bunch of wounded ducks
When you gonna learn suck'r
You just can't fuck with
Twisted B-R-B-R Brown Brown Truuuccckkkeeerrr

Thank You Chris,

AWESOME FUCKIN SONG

There is one more word I messed up and I can't find it, haha off to listen again

When I post it is not letting me put line space between some verses, Guess not enough room, Check it