Lyrics:

Violent J, Violent J, is that you?
I'm on the microphone, so what you wanna do?
Violent J, Violent J, is that you?
A wicked, wicked clown, just for you

I drink Faygo, it's only a buck ten
I'ma pour it on your tits when we fuckin'
'Cause I'm with that kinky shit, ho
I can see ya butt naked in your window
Shimmy up the house, I dash
Knock and I press my nuts on the glass
Lemme in ho, don't ya know
I'm Violent J of the ICP (Yo)
I got me a check, let's cash it
If I can spend it with the hoes on Gratiot
Ha, but don't get all geeked, slut
'Cause I'ma buy you some Lava, better wash your butt
Uh, what's this clown shit all about?
A knife to your neck and your throat's hangin out
Ha, with a Do-Mi-Re
Now it's about time I say

Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you?
Yeah, let me tell you what I wanna do
Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you?
Yodel-ay, Yodel-ay, Yodel-ay-ee-hooo

Frontin' and frontin', everybody's frontin' (Yeah)
Violent Violent J is gonna tell you somethin'
If you know a bitch who got grits
Kid Rock, Kid Rock will probably eat that shit!

Boo hoo, muthafucka, what ya cryin' for?
I'm that nigga that your bitch would die for
The whore showed up at my front door
So I fucked her in her ass then I threw her out the back door
The bitch thought it was a cake drive
She said, 'Drive me to the city,' so I dropped her off at Lakeside
'Aren't you drivin' me home?' Well, I meant ta'
But plans have changed now get your ass on the SEMTA, ho!
This ain't no taxi
I be mackin' hoes, they don't mack me

Never slackin, hoes I be mackin'
(Yeah, Kid Rock, Kid Rock)
Never slackin, hoes I be mackin'
Violent J servin' ghetto hard street shit
The funk, the funk from the old days
Violent J servin' ghetto hard street shit
The funk from the old days

Well I'm up for the shot in a minute
Show me a valley, I might yodel in it
Like somebody else I know
I've been to Mount Clemens, I've been to Rome-ome-ome-eo
Wicked clowns gonna flow for ya some
Three for the treble, eight for the drum
Five for the homies that I run with
Bitch, call your mudda, 'cause you're done with
Toe, tip toe, I snuck in your house
And fell asleep butt naked on the front couch
So excuse me, Pops, I'm nappin'
So could ya shut the fuck up with that yappin'?
And your wife's all worked up for nuttin'
She act like she ain't never seen a wang or somethin'
'Cause it really don't matter
I'ma show my nuts to an innocent bystander
Every fuckin' day
'Cause it's about time I say

Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you?
Yeah, let me tell you what I wanna do
Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you?
I just said it was, motherfucker

Skinny dippin' in the pool, you know I drown hoes
Fuck 'em doggy style and play that ass like the bongos
*Bongo sounds* Ha
Hit it, hit, hit, hit it
Hittin' home runs and I never whiff
Ho, smoke my dick like it's a big spliff
This ain't a blooper and I'm no joker
But I can shoot a nut fifty foot like a Super Soaker
But yo, I'm not gonna pull it out for a cheap joke
Instead I'll play John Holmes in a sequel to Deep Throat
Taste the nut in your mouth just to school ya
But, ho, don't let the smooth taste fool ya
Don't let the smooth taste fool ya
Don't let the smooth taste fool ya, fool ya, chika fool ya, fool
Fuckin' fool
Don't let the smooth taste fool ya
(Word)

Shit
I can't fuckin' take this, man
All this fuckin' pressure
It'll make me go motherfucking crazy
I got all these motherfuckers everywhere I go
They gonna (Why don't you get a fuckin' job, man?)
Oh no, here they come, man
Stop it, man
Stop it, man
I can't fuckin' take it
Ha ha ha ha ha
Come on, man
Ha ha ha ha ha