Roving Gangster (Rollin’) Kid Rock

[Introduction]
Everything's tight from my loop to my friends
I ain't got time to tighten up loose ends, huh
I've been that route too many times
If I ain't stabbed in the back I ain't writin' no rhymes
I wish for that in which my heart holds dear
But ain't nobody playin' what I'm tryin' to hear
I've been sayin' for years that the fakes wouldn't last
You were jockin' that bullshit, now you look like an ass

[Verse 1: Kid Rock]
Get gassed in a garage of sickness
As I bring a little swing into your world of stiffness
Cause I got plenty of rhymes to spill
Ain't got nothin' more than time to kill
Form like a blister, drink like a failure
Rip like a twister right through a trailer
Park—after dark's when you'll see me comin'
My gun's gunnin' and the 808s hummin'
Raw, ruff real rock, rude
Sample anything I like and never get sued
At 18 I had a hardcore attitude
When I turned 19 I was touring with Ice Cube
It's true I'm from the old school
Where the rules don't bend and the beats don't end
No place to be
I gotta let these knuckles know just who the fuck I be
I'm still the...