"Paid (history Of Rock Version)" as written by and R.j. Ritchie....
And while you're out gangbangin'
Trying to catch a murder case
Your hoes on my couch
Gettin' fucked in the face
Bumpin' to the bass of the old school rap jams
This ain't tennis
But yo I'll use my backhand
On any grown man that tries to check Rock
I wanna headbang, I gotta hip-hop
'Cause I'm gonna stick with what got me paid
Lickin' that coochie with the high-top fade
Im self-made like Henry Ford
I'm on this mic but it feels like I been here before
I want more then the next man
Respect, plus the cash, big checks
And mack on hoes like Rudy Ray
'Cause a reach around just sounds so gay
I don't even swing that way
I told you hoes before I'm the K, I to the D , R-O-C-K'in
Rhyme sayin', guitar playin'
Turntables spinnin' at a basement jam
No fame, no money, but you wouldn't understand
What it's like to be so real
You got the beats and the rhymes,
But you ain't got no feel
I don't need the fancy music to make mine
Just a beat and a funky-ass bass line
Drop a couple cuts on this track
8 tracks to the mutherfuckin' wax
So while you're makin' records that don't recoup
I'm in the house gettin' paid like Snoop

Kid Rock and I got all the hoes sayin':
Fuck me baby, Kid Rock come fuck me baby
Fuck me baby, fuck me baby all night long
Fuck me baby, Kid Rock come fuck me baby
Fuck me baby, fuck me 'til the break of dawn
Yeah all night long

I want my khakis washed, starched, and creased
I want a order of fries with a side of grease
I wish for peace throughout this land
I want the whole fuckin' world in my hand
I want a band like the U.S. funk mob
See I can rap I don't have to lay sod
Just to make ends meet
October 31st, yellin' "Trick-or-treat"
"Oh aren't you a little old to be trickin'?"
You see my mask and bag, bitch, I ain't bull shittin'
Hittin' homeruns like Rusty Staub
I'm kinda anal, 'cause I ain't no fuckin slob
I'm the cradle thats able to rock any format
But still I'm labeled and treated like a doormat
Where's the whores at
West side, hoes like cars so I ride 'em for a test drive
I'm like a pringle, I wont go soft
I got a new jingle I'm about to go off
Hey ho check it out, I really like to turn you out
And if you'd be good to me, I'll yodel in your valley
Kid Rock ain't nothin' nice
Got the soft porn boomin' with the beans and rice
Got a head full of lice cause I'm a such a scum
Got a pocketfull of money, but I'm dressed like a bum
Got a business mind so if I lose the funk
I'll still be in the house gettin' paid like Trump

Kid Rock and I got all the hoes sayin':
Fuck me baby, Kid Rock come fuck me baby
Fuck me baby, fuck me baby all night long
Fuck me baby, Kid Rock come fuck me baby
Fuck me baby, fuck me til the break of dawn
Oh yeah, come on come on baby, all night long
Fuck me baby, fuck me baby
Come on, come on, come on


Lyrics submitted by jfd4

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