k**a-kc - Tha Hell Off lyrics

Verse 1:k**a-Kc A shimmy shimmy go go motha f**in pop It's the K-K-k**a-Kc with the k**a-Kc sh** I'm on top b**h and rock for tricks Hella whips and nips and flip trips for whips I get all the money p**y falls like rain Been gettin' laid and paid that's why I never complain If I ain't in it for the money I'm in it for the P (or is it D) It's 1998 yo and you still can't f** with me You don't be f**in' with the blue eye f**in' with my 2-5 up your f**in' a** like my shoe size I got a new vibe, kinda like Voodoo You do what we say and we'll do what we want to We're f**in' up your city and we're f**in' up your progam f**in' all your b**hes we can f**in' give a goddamn Twisted Brown gets down with no a**istance We won't quit until we're banned from existence Persistance pays if that holds true Then I'm gonna buy this f**in' planet before the time I'm through I was praised and raised on the thoughts of no takings So let me get what I got comin' and the rest I'm fakin' I'm shakin' like Jerry Lee Lewis and sh** You act like the motherf**er's new at this sh** But I've been true to this sh** given' my heart and soul Been shinin' like a diamond but gettin' pa**ed as coal So f** Off Yeah Verse 2:J-Murda With my pants half hangin' off my a** and sh** Bowl filled hash pockets stuffed with cash I be the mushroom trippin' sippin' shots of Jack 'Cause the kids don't listen gettin' lots of flack I be the do wa diddy up and down you block and The 10 karat Kid with my triggers co*kin' The K the I the D R-O-C K motherf**er and you still don't know me So blow me b**h I don't rock for *Edited* I rock for the cash and the topless dancers Don't have no answers so pa** the joint I'm just paid in full and made in Detroit I ride like Setta in the Indy 5 And get live with that which get's me high Strive for perfection this much is true We do what we say you say what we do Kid Rock I couldn't be no Bozo And I get too much nina *Edited* and my glock rolls solo to Arizona I'm an easy rider dreamin' of Wynonna I roam the country like a Greyhound bus Put faith in lust and in God I trust I'm not Peter Pan I don't f** with fairies But I bust more rhymes than virgin cherries And Harry Carey couldn't call my game f**ed so many hoes I'm in the hall of fame And I show no shame from coast to coast I don't mean to brag, but I like to boast f** Off Yeah right in your mother f**in' a** b**h With that Detroit city sh** ain't sh** swift we're on the same script Nothing new since 76 Kid Rock Yo Slim Shady come break these mother f**ers off Verse 3:Eddie-G Yo tell the world to hold their breath they're breathing the wrong air This planet belongs to me and this hippy with long hair Two white boys who spike punch and light joints Hang around d** loud music and like noise Slim Shady and Brown Trucker another bunch of mother f**ers Who hate the world as much as each other And I ain't leaving this party tonight 'Til I see some naked b**hes dancin' around drunk touchin' each other Rum and Pepsi got your whole perception of me sketchy 'Cause when I stage dive people are scared to catch me 'Cause all I do is curse and f** So when I do 'shrooms you all better give me two rooms 'Cause I'm f**in' the first one up So when you see me on your block you better lock your cars 'Cause you know I'm losin' it when I'm rappin' to rock guitars This is for children who break rules People that straight fool And ever single teenager that hates school f** Off