American Bad Ass Kid Rock

[Intro]
Yeah, and I've set up and torn down this stage with my own two hands
We've traveled this land, packed tight in minivans
And all this for the fans, girls, money and fame
I play their game, and as they scream my name
I will show no shame, I live and die for this
If I come off soft, then chew on this
Are you scared?

[Verse 1]
Devil without cause, and I'm back
With the beaver hats and Ben Davis slacks
30-pack of Stroh's, 30-pack of hoes
No Rogaine in the propane flows
Chosen one, I'm the living proof
With the gift of gab from the city of truth
I jabbed and stabbed and knocked critics back
And I did not stutter when I said that
I'm goin platinum (sellin' rhymes)
I went platinum (seven times)
And still they ill, and wanna see us fry
I guess because the "Only God Knows Why" (why)
Why (why), why

[Chorus]
Oh
They call me cowboy, I'm the singer in black
So, throw a finger in the air, let me see where you're at, say ("Hey, hey!")
Let me hear where you're at, say ("Hey, hey!")
I'm giving it back, so say ("Hey, hey!")
Show me some metal and say ("Hey, hey, hey, hey!")
(Yeah!) Gah! (Fuck all y'all)