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Kid Rock - American Bad Ass [Official Music Video]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kid Rock
Kid Rock
Vocals
Misty Love
Misty Love
Background Vocals
Michael Bradford
Michael Bradford
Bass Guitar
Kenny Olson
Kenny Olson
Electric Guitar
Jason Edward Krause
Jason Edward Krause
Guitar
Jimmie Bones
Jimmie Bones
Keyboards
Stefanie Eulinberg
Stefanie Eulinberg
Drums
Joe C.
Joe C.
Vocals
Uncle Kracker
Uncle Kracker
Turntables
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Hetfield
James Hetfield
Songwriter
Lars Ulrich
Lars Ulrich
Songwriter
Robert J. Ritchie
Robert J. Ritchie
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kid Rock
Kid Rock
Producer
Michael Bradford
Michael Bradford
Mixing Engineer
Tony Dawsey
Tony Dawsey
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah And I've set up and tore down this stage with my own two hands We've travel this land packed tight in minivans 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 30 packs of Strohs 30 pack of hoes No rogaine in the propane flow The chosen one I'm the living proof With the gift of gab From the city and true I jabbed and stabbed And knocked critics backs 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, why Ohh! 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 Ahh! cut! I like AC-DC and ZZ Top Moiphus, Beasties and the kings of rock Skynard, Segar, Limp, Korn, the Stones David Allen Coe and no show Jones Yaa! Pass that bottle around Got the rock from Detroit Soul from Motown The underground stoned fuckin Pimp We trash the mack and slap back the wack Never gave away I don't play with But watch me rock with Liberachies flashed Punk rock's a clash Boy bands are trash I like Johnny Cash and Grand Master Flash Flash, flash, flash, flash, flash Ohh! 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, cut! Yeah, I saw your band Jumpin around on stage like a bunch of wounded ducks When you gonna learn sucker? You just can't with Twisted br-br-br brown, brown trucker I'm an American badass Watch me kick You can roll with rock Or you can (radio edit) I'm a porno flick I'm like amazing grace I'm gonna some hoe's After I rock this place Super fly Livin doubble wide Side car my glide So Joe C can ride Full sack to share Bringin flash and flare Got the long hair swingin middle finger in the air Snakeskin suits, 65 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 you Who knew I'd blow up like Oklaholma So fuck highschool I on my diploma Smell the aroma Check my hits I know it stinks in here Cause I'm the Ohh! 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 Say hey, hey I'm givin' it back so say Hey, hey Show me some metal and say Hey, hey, hey, hey Ahh! huh-huh I'm a cowboy Badass 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
Writer(s): Lars Ulrich, James Alan Hetfield, Robert J. Ritchie Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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