All the way live From the cornfields of Romeo, Michigan Detroit, rock city Two, double-o three, and four The early morning, stoned, motherfuckin` cowboy Here we go
Kid motherfuckin` Rock, call what you know I got them bitches and them riches and that old school flow Big nuts and such, you can`t even front I got it all bitch, so what`chu what`chu want I can do it better than Jordan playing ball at twenty-two Quicker than Rod Carou, sicker than Motley Crue Who? Yeah, motherfucker, The Who too Beatles, Stones, The Ramones, Trick and U2
A fucking country, rock, soul-singing MC A fucking country, rock, soul-singing MC
I`ve got the brakes to shake the whole United States Earthquakes couldn`t recreate my shake No fake, no make-up, who relates Check these rhymes, motherfucker, they all first takes No fucking around, I put it down Pop your shit, but don`t pop it in my hometown Cause I flow down Motown sound shit The motor city ain`t nothing to fuck with
I`m the flyest, there`s none flyer I`m the highest, there`s none higher I spit truth, I`ve never been a liar And I won`t stop rockin` till I retire
A fucking country, rock, soul-singing MC A fucking country, rock, soul-singing MC
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