F-ck Off Lyrics – Kid Rock
Singer: Kid Rock
Title: F-ck Off
A shimmy shimmy cocoa cocoa pu- pu – f#cking puffs b#tch
I’m on top b#tch and rock for tricks
Hella whips and nips and flip trips for whips
I get all the money p#ss# falls like rain
Makin’ laid and paid that’s why I never complain
And if I ain’t in it for the money, I’m in it for the p
It’s nineteen ninety eight yo and you still can’t f*ck with me
You don’t be f#cking with the blue eye
f#cking with my two-five hope your f#cking #ss 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#cking up your city and we’re f#cking up your program
f#cking all your b#tches we don’t f#cking give a god damn
Twisted brown gets down with no assistance
We won’t quit until we’re banned from existence
Persistence pays if that holds true
Then I’m a buy this f#cking planet before the time I’m through
I was praised and raised on the thoughts of no faking
So I’m gonna get what I got coming and the rest I’m taking
I’m shaking like Jerry Lee Lewis and sh#t
You act like a m#th*rf#ck*r’s new at this sh#t
But I’ve been true to this sh#t given my heart and soul
Been shining like a diamond but gettin’ passed as coal
So f*ck off
Yeah
With my pants half hanging off my #ss and sh#t
Bowl filled with 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 ten karat kid with my triggers cocking
The k the I the d r o c k m#th*rf#ck*r and you still don’t know me
So blow me b#tch I don’t rock for cancer
I rock for the cash and the topless dancers
Don’t have no answers so pass the joint
I’m just paid in full and made in Detroit
I ride like Senna in the Indy Five
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
And I get too much p to ever be no h#mo
Rock from so ho to Arizona
I’m an easy rider dreaming (b#tch) 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*ck with fairies
But I bust more rhymes than virgin cherries
And Harry Carey couldn’t call my game
f#cked 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, (b#tch) but I like to boast
F*ck off
Yeah right in your mother f#cking #ss b#tch
With that Detroit City sh#t ain’t sh#t switched we’re on the same script
Yo Slim Shady come break these mother f#ckers off
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 drugs loud music and like noise
Slim Shady and brown trucker another bunch of mother f#ckers
Who hate the world as much as each other
And I ain’t leaving this party tonight
‘Til I see some naked b#tches dancing around drunk touching each other
Rum and Pepsi got your perception of me sketchy
‘Cause when I stage dive people are scared to catch me
‘Cause all I do is curse and f*ck
So when I do shrooms you all better give me two rooms
‘Cause I’m f#cking the first one up
So when you see me on your block you better lock your cars
‘Cause you know I’m losing 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 (b#tch)
F*ck off
b#tch
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