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Kid Rock - You Never Met a Motherfker Quite Like Me Lyrics
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kid Rock
Kid Rock
Lead Vocals
Misty Love
Misty Love
Background Vocals
Kenny Olson
Kenny Olson
Rhythm Guitar
Stefanie Eulinberg
Stefanie Eulinberg
Drums
Jimmie Bones
Jimmie Bones
Keyboards
Jeff Grand
Jeff Grand
Solo
Andy Sutton
Andy Sutton
Spoken Word
Shirley Hayden
Shirley Hayden
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Allen Collins
Allen Collins
Songwriter
Robert J. Ritchie
Robert J. Ritchie
Songwriter
Ronnie Van Zant
Ronnie Van Zant
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kid Rock
Kid Rock
Producer
Al Sutton
Al Sutton
Mixing Engineer
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I've been on the cover of the Rolling Stone
I met the president when I was half stoned
I've been so high, I've gotten confused
I've been beat down, broke and used, motherfucker
I drank with Hank, talked blues with Billy
Rocked with Ron, sang with Shotgun Willy
Went from small time Philly to big time Bobby
From three-day old chili to sake with wasabi
[Chorus]
I'm home, I'm home
You never met a motherfucker quite like me
Not like me
Dida-dada, like me
Hey, like me
[Verse 2]
No more being poured drink specials at dinners
Or being ignored by the think straight sinners
I used to smoke pinners while my moms made dinner
Now I smoke bombs and rock with Lynyrd Skynyrd
No beginners here, I'm a seasoned vet
Educated on jazz by my man, Ahmet Ertegun
My friend, I've been the world and back
But I'm a Michigan boy, can you feel that?
[Chorus]
And I'm home
You never met a motherfucker quite like me
Just not like me
Goddamn, like me
Hey, hey, like me
[Verse 3]
Never thought I'd go as far in life as this
Never made par and I could give two shits
Never wanted to sell cars 'cause my dad was a dick
Never wanted a guitar till I heard a lick like this
[Verse 4]
And from the depths of Dixie to my northern spots
You know it's time to rock when old glory drops
[Verse 5]
I pimp through town with the top let back
Black hat, fine blonde, cold Pabst in my lap
I'll adapt to any and all situations
That's why they call me the pimp of the nation
Hey, bitch, you best believe
I live in the woods, not your world of greed
Might a little weed, might a little yeah
I'm so proud to be living in the USA
[Verse 6]
You never met a motherfucker quite like me
Hey, hey, like me
Da-didada, just ain't like me
Hey, hey, hey, like me
[Outro]
You ain't never met
And you ain't never gonna meet
You never met a, never met a
Never, never, never, never met a
Motherfucker quite like me
You ain't never met a mother like me
Hey, you ain't never, never, never, never, never
Met someone like me
Never met 'em like me
Never met a mother like me
Man, you never and you never gonna
You never, you never gonna, you never meet
What?
Written by: Allen Collins, Robert J. Ritchie, Ronnie Van Zant
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