The Prodigal Son Returns - Kid Rock

The Prodigal Son Returns - Kid Rock (摇滚小子)
P-P-P pass the boota pass the boota
Cause I wanna get P-P-P pass the boota
Cause I wanna get
P-P-P pass the boota cause I wanna get off
P-P-P pass the boota cause I wanna get off
All the f**kers that
Are tryin to dis the Kid Rock
You can get shot but first I'm gonna get hot
When it comes to rhyms I got a new Caddy
Cause you got about
As much flavor as a f**kin rice patty
Babe ahh don't quit your day job
It lights the way ahh
But on the mic I'm God
And workin hard for
Your moneys what I x'ed hoe
Cause I wont sell my soul for
Some wax dipped in cheap gold
Par 4 motherf**ker whatcha gonna do
1 wood 7 iron and I'm on the green at 2
With 1 putt I lyin a birdy in the hole
I drive the show putt for dough
So give it up hoe
I get a lot of funny looks
I aint stealin your music my man
I aint to f**kin crook
Your playin dummy with your pride
And you cant tell me sh*t about a funny vibe
And all that jive your preachin it's borin
God saved my soul
You save the f**kin rain forest
And I'll meet you in hell
The prodigal son Kid Rock I rock well
Only time will tell
Well it's been coast from the midway
Smokin grass and sniffin lines
And at first glance you wouldnt guess no
I even make my own homemade wine
Moonshine Red wine stir it up drink it up
Roll it up light it up
Toke down pass around
Cut it up light it up
Sniff it up rock it up
Gimme a pipe and I just might smoke it
Object it sellect it
Clean it protect it
Suck it in tie it up stick it and inject it
All night that's right pop it drop it
Set it on your tongue
And then trip til you peak