Lyrics:

I trip I rip and though I think I'm slick
I'm nothin' but a funky country hick
But I still get down with a sound that pumps
And you can hear me from the trucks and the trunks that bump
Never been questioned by the F.B.I
Although I've tried every method just to get high
L.S.D. is what I'm trippin' on
And O.E. bitch is what I'm sippin on
A big fat booty's what I'm grippin on
But for now I'm gonna rock and keep rippin on
Down to the muther fuckin' A.M.
As I co bump and jump and keep the crowd in mayhem
No brain no pain... Now c'mon y'all and tell me what's my name

Kid Rock Rock
Kid Rock Rock
Come On, Come On
What's My Name
Kid Rock Rock
Kid Rock Rock
Sing that shit
Kid Rock Rock
Kid Rock Rock
Uh I said what's my name?
Kid Rock Rock
Kid Rock Rock
Now break it down like this

3 sheets 2 the wind is the state I'm in
Half off the wagon with my feet draggin
Taggin hoes gettin' lots of trim
Gettin' jocks and props for all the spots I rock
I'm true I'm blue like Captain Kangaroo
And for the few who knew yo I'm a bang for you
Because the Kid Rock ain't no bitch yo
And I ain't no radio wanna get rich ho
So count my props you can't get with me
And fuck all you cops you ain't shit to me
But hoes with guns playin' hard for fun
So stay off my dick because I ain't the one
For anyone tryin' to bust
And I show no shame 'cause I'm down for mine
Now tell me what's my name

Kid Rock Rock
Kid Rock Rock
Come on bitch
What's my name
Kid Rock Rock
Kid Rock Rock
Come on, come on
Kid Rock Rock
Kid Rock Rock
Uh I said what's my name
Kid Rock Rock
Kid Rock Rock
Kid Rock