Kid Rock - Somebody's Gotta Feel This/Fist Of Rage - Live lyrics

Let me hear you say "Kid Rocks up on the stage" Hey slick, check it I'm the Rock you know, i'm gonna smoke it up So i can rock it through old school disco cuts I'm the crisco slick, checkin sisco's sh** I'm the ultimate Yes the K, to the I to the D-D-D, R-O-C-C-K all motherf**in day While i'm strong, let me steal your rhyme Got the matches, tank, and the 4 foot bong Uh, and i ain't bullsh**tin s**in motherf**ers with the game i'm spittin And ain't a damn thing changed Come on y'all and tell me, whats my name? (Kid Rock, Rock) I'm the boy f**ed up with the hip and hop And on the seven sea's they call me Daddy Rock I had to coochie watch, back in the day But i pawned that sh** for a rock, last May And now i'm back on track I don't smoke the crack, don't shoot the smack I told y'all once, i don't bang But i lick more coochie than Katie Lang Uh, and you don't stop Rock the rythem that'll make your body pop That somebody, anybody, all y'all scream (Kid Rock, Rock) Check it out yo What i wanna do is break it down And show y'all a little somthin about where i come from Show you some sk**s of how i used to rock basement party's On the wheels of steel, back in the day in the klem yo Check it (Kid Rock, Rock) Some of that yo It ain't nothin but a motherf**in party yo Break it down on the lst like this It ain't no party like a Detroit party Cause a Detroit party don't stop It ain't no party like a Detroit party When your in the f**in house with Kid Rock