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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kid Rock
Kid Rock
Lead Vocals
Misty Love
Misty Love
Background Vocals
Shirley Hayden
Shirley Hayden
Background Vocals
Kenny Olson
Kenny Olson
Lead Guitar
Stefanie Eulinberg
Stefanie Eulinberg
Drums
Jason Edward Krause
Jason Edward Krause
Rhythm Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Matthew Shafer
Matthew Shafer
Songwriter
Robert J. Ritchie
Robert J. Ritchie
Songwriter
Frederick Beauregard
Frederick Beauregard
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kid Rock
Kid Rock
Producer
Al Sutton
Al Sutton
Mixing Engineer
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Guess who's back?
I used to be broke, confused, no joke
Got used, smoked dope, paid dues, refused
To give up quick
Now there's ten million motherfuckers on my dick
So what? Say how?
Say who? Fuck what?
Fuck me? Fuck you.
[Verse 2]
Come clean
You know I will drink a fifth of Jim Beam
And still stand still
I'm the illest fool
Cooler than the water in a swimming pool
Fly like a seagull kickin' like a mule
More jams than a Beatle from Liverpool
I deliver fool
[Verse 3]
Now, who the fuck are you?
I'm Kid motherfucking Rock from the old school
Got more money than Matchbox 20
Get more ass than Mark McGrath
[Verse 4]
They say I'm cocky and I say, what?
It ain't bragging, motherfucker, if you back it up
They say I'm cocky and I say, what?
It ain't bragging, motherfucker, if you back it up
[Verse 5]
I'm from the outskirts of Detroit Rock City
A-shirts, Cadillacs, big titties
Skinny models, you can keep those
I like big corn fed Midwestern hoes
[Verse 6]
Don't you know?
Talk fast, pimp slow
Show up to black ties in t-shirts and slippers
Sippin' liquor, fuck models, love strippers
Known as the big tipper with the big dipper
I got queens holding keys to my zipper
Fuck a real good girl
I've got the baddest bitch in the world
[Verse 7]
They say I'm cocky and I say, what?
It ain't bragging, motherfucker, if you back it up
They say I'm cocky and I say, what?
It ain't bragging, motherfucker, if you back it up
[Verse 8]
You think you got it good in Hollywood
I got acres of land laid back in the woods
Holdin' shares cool like Fonzie
Rollin' Lake St. Clair in my forty foot Donzie
[Verse 9]
You got a Bentley, wow
I get jets with wet bars and trucks with gold plows
Bitch, bow when I pimp through
For the Kid, the Rock the Red, White and Blue
[Verse 10]
Who knew the Kid would be everything
From old George Jones to Jay Z?
Baby, I'm sick of getting ripped off
So pissed, about to be pissed off
[Verse 11]
Macking me 'cause you know I'm paid
That's why I'm slapping my gardeners, and fucking my maids
Never mind my age, but if we're taking numbers
Fifteen million sold, motherfucker
[Verse 12]
They say I'm cocky and I say, what?
It ain't bragging, motherfucker, if you back it up
They say I'm cocky and I say, what?
It ain't bragging, motherfucker, if you back it up
[Verse 13]
Cocky and I say, what?
It ain't bragging, motherfucker, if you back it up
They say I'm cocky and I say, what?
It ain't bragging, motherfucker, if you back it up
Written by: Frederick Beauregard, Frederick Louis Beauregard IV, Matthew Shafer, Robert J. Ritchie
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