Ooh, I'm back (back), the fog is lifted The earth has shifted, and raise the gifted You knew I'd be back, so pack your bone And hit the road Jack, because daddy's home Wit' the funky hot grits, thick like Al Rocker Pumping out hits, getting chips like Oprah Bitch I told ya, do not hate Or question the music I make, ugh I make punk rock, and I mix it wit' the hip, hop I get you higher than a tree top You want to roll wit' the kid rock (yeah) I make southern rock, and I mix it wit' the hip, hop Got money like Fort Knox, I'll forever be the kid rock Forever! The junkies are, still cigar smoking Still the same 'cause I ain't change nutting Huffing, and puffing, I got two rookies All in check doing the redneck boogie The king is back, to retract the wack Re, pack my sack, wit' the double fat back Forget all that, I'm still singing (yeah) And like kids on monkey bars I'm still swinging Thought I got dusty, thought I'd get rusty Thought I'd get rich and quit, oh he must be Fat and ugly, broke black and blue But I'm trim fit, rich and back for round two Red, white and the Pabst blue ribbon Dead right, that's how I'm living Giving you more, that the feuds and fakes They can't make the kinda music I make, eh, huh I make punk rock, and I mix it wit' the hip, hop I get you higher than a tree top You want to roll wit' the kid rock (yeah) I make southern rock, and I mix it wit' the hip, hop Got money like Fort Knox, I'll forever be the kid rock Forever The black cat is back, in original form The legible, credible, inevitable storm Way past the normal, still misbehaving Finger in the air and the flag still waving Don't come, don't test the boss Because I got this sewn like Betsy Ross You can floss and front, you can taunt and tease But you can't fuck wit rhymes like these Thumping like a drum kit wit' wrists that slit picks Bumping for the kids who twist, split and sips fifth I got the gift I'm about to unravel (Eight ball, side pocket) eight ball in my jacket Pussy and blow, you know how I live You can't say that kid, fuck off, I just did Watch me twirl, the earl, the pearl Or just keep on kid rocking in the free world Punk rock, and I mix it wit' the hip, hop I get you higher than a tree top You want to roll wit' the kid rock (yeah) I make southern rock, and I mix it wit' the hip, hop Got money like Fort Knox, I'll forever be the kid rock Forever! Punk rock, forever! Hip, hop, forever! Tree top, forever! Kid rock! (yeah!)