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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kid Rock
Lead Vocals
Kenny Olson
Lead Guitar
Joe C.
Vocals
Shirley Hayden
Background Vocals
Misty Love
Background Vocals
Stefanie Eulinberg
Drums
Jimmie Bones
Keyboards
Uncle Kracker
Turntables
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jalil Hutchins
Songwriter
Kenny Olson
Songwriter
Lawrence Smith
Songwriter
Matthew Shafer
Songwriter
Robert J. Ritchie
Songwriter
Todd Shaw
Songwriter
Kid Rock
String Arranger
John Travis
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kid Rock
Producer
John Travis
Engineer
Derek Matuja
Assistant Engineer
Al Sutton
Mixing Engineer
Tony Dawsey
Mastering Engineer
The Twisted Brown Trucker Band
Assistant Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
You knew that I was coming 'cause you heard my name
But you don't know my game and never felt my pain
Can't read my brain but you read my lips
And got scared when you heard that I was coming with hits
Now don't even trip, be a man instead
Give thanks, I'm alive when I should be dead
Uh, I'm in the red 'cause my mind's distorting
People claiming they know me
But they only know a portion
I'ma move mountains and touch the sun
Don't get scared now, you know this day would come
So hold your bids, all bets are closed
And fuck all you hoes
[Verse 2]
'Cause it's been a long time coming
But I finally broke like an egg yolk, I ain't no joke
Like some uncut dope, motherfucker
Kid Rock's to blame
Same game, same name, ain't a damn thing changed
No sell out, I ain't no hoe, fuck the radio
I'm coming from the R-O-M-E-O
Watch me throw like a fist of rage
Self-made and paid and sold of twelve gauges
Up that ass for the night eight, night eight)
Never fake, shake straight from the Great Lakes
Seven years on wax coming correct
Flat out, you diss me punk, that's when I pull the strap out
[Verse 3]
And I get to buck, buck, bucking
And fuck, fuck, fucking your hoes
'Cause they know who's running this shit
Top dawg, I'm the CEO
Role model, Your mother-fucking H-E-R-O
My motto, be cool, keep pimping
Don't sleep, we roll deep in a Lincoln
Four Vogues on a hundred spokes
We bust Biltmore Beavers and top dawg coats
We float like butterfly, sting like queen bees
Strapped with AK's straight from the Chinese
What the fuck's going on in the D?
Bunch a white boys pimping like the K-I-D
And it's all good, I got love for my honkeys
We roll thick kick ass like donkeys
Anybody fucks with you I'm gonna mack 'em
Devil without a cause, I'm going platinum
[Verse 4]
I'm going platinum
I'm going platinum
We're going platinum
Devil without a cause, I'm going platinum
(Devil, devil)
[Verse 5]
Yeah, we come to party
So get down everybody
Yeah, we come to party
[Verse 6]
I went from St. Claire Shores and drink specials at Winner's
To New York City and seven hundred dollars dinners
From hanging with sinners and second hand cheap sex
To getting much respect from top record exec's
The cool kid's coming up to call y'all out
So shut up now or put my calls in your mouth
Bet that ass hoss I ain't forgot
When I was tossed in the dime baby, left to rot
[Verse 7]
Used to call me dummy when my nose was fucking runny
Now my fucking bunnies getting fucking Matchbox 20 money
Motherfuckers wanna claim their down
But when I was broken down I never see them around
All the shit was talked, all the shit we dreamed
I did it without you, I got a brand new team
No triple beams, it seems like a movie
Bought two cribs, droptop, and jacuzzi
No more fluzzies, only high class hoes
Couple when it rains and a few when it snows
A brand new nose to go along with my habit
And a garden hose made out of twenty-four karat
[Verse 8]
Bought a couple parrots that like to squawk
And they sound like you and all the shit you talk
Step inside my shoes, you couldn't fill 'em doc
You too old to kid, too soft to rock
Already did what most love to shout
Seven years on wax and I still ain't sold out
And there ain't no doubt in my mind
That I'ma stomp all over your test of time
[Verse 9]
I'm going platinum
I'm going platinum
I'm going platinum
We're going platinum
Devil without a cause, I'm going platinum
[Verse 10]
Devil
Devil
(Come on)
Devil
Devil
[Verse 11]
Straight outta the streets of Taylor
Three foot high, ready to get fly
Joe C
[Verse 12]
I'm the J-O-E to the C, hoe
Call me Joe C, got more game that Coleco
Ima' freak, hoe, call me sick
Three-foot-nine with a ten foot dick
The ladies' pick, I'ma crazy hick
And rake through kind like a bum through wine
It's my time so I'm gonna shine like lead
Old ass piss but small as ass
Watch me pass, smoke some hash
You're ranking grass while I'm ranking cash
High ass voice like Aaron Nevelle
And I'm down with the devil
[Verse 13]
Say, 'we like to party, rock the party'
We like to party, rock the party
We like to party, rock the party
We like to party, rock the party
You like to party, rock the party
We like to party, rock the party
You like to party, rock the party
Devil without a cause, I'm going platinum
Written by: Jalil Hutchins, Kenny Olson, Lawrence Smith, Matthew Shafer, Robert J. Ritchie, Todd Shaw