Paid Kid Rock

[Chorus]
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)

[Verse 1]
And while you're out gangbangin’ tryna catch a murder case
Your ho's on my couch gettin' fucked in the face
Bumpin' to the bass of some old-school rap jams (say what?)
This ain't tennis, but, yo, I'll use my back hand
On any grown man who tries to check Rock
I wanna head-bang, I gotta hip-hop
'Cause I'mma stick with what got me paid
Lickin' that coochie with the high-top fade
I'm self-made like Henry Ford
I'm on this mic, but it feels like I been here before
I want more than the next man
Respect, plus the cash, big checks, and
Mack on hoes like Rudy Ray
'Cause the reach-around just sounds so gay (hm!)
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'
Turntable 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 motherfucking wax
So while you're making records that don't recoup
I'm in the house gettin' paid like Snoop