Krack Rocks Kid Rock (Ft. Uncle Kracker)

[Verse] (Kid Rock, Uncle Kracker, Both)
Who are you, who are you?
Well, I'm the punk with the pump in the back of my ride
How you step, Rock? I step in stride
I pimp across stage with my nuts in my hand
The punks wanna front 'cause I got my own band
Goddamn, I'm the man with the helly buzz
And my shit don't stink, like [Kelly's] does
But [Kelly's] your girl, man, from what I heard
Nah, man, I kicked that bitch to the curb
I don't really need to be tied down
I'm a rambling man, and I'm platinum-bound
Me too, hold my brew, I thought you knew
.16 is what I blew
I bet that set you straight, that illegal act
Fuck that, I still roll with a 40 in my lap
Back in second grade, I carried a lunchbox
Turned 21, started smoking crack rocks
Snorting that D by the dime
Wish I could slow down, I'm ahead of my time
I'm the Krack, I'm the Krack
Krack, Krack, Krack
I'm the Krack, bitch, my last dime's what I'm betting
I'm up in the casino with the fresh flat Stetson
Girls all stare, they gawk, they sneer
So I grab me a bitch and I step the rear
My living room is the place I'm hanging out
Young, tight pussies is the shit I'm banging out
I'm sick of living in these perplexed times
That's why I kick these motherfucking sex rhymes