เนื้อเพลง WCSR - Kid Rock

Kid Rock I got the sex rhymes
Kid Rock I got the sex rhymes
Kid Rock I got the sex rhymes
All world class

Kid Rock motherf*cker yo I ain't no fag
F*ck b*tches dry, f*ck them on the rag
Tag their toes, check 'em off my list
Hoes get f*cked, they don't get kissed
A simplistic pimp, gettin' much respect
I'll f*ck your mouth and leave your ass in debt
Jet set the country on your world purse
Just to show you how a real pimp works
Remove your shirt, show me them titties
I'll drive my d*ck right through your twin cities
Around your bends, over your curves and ass
Park it in your mouth 'till I run out of gas

Snoop Dogg I got the sex rhymes
Snoop Dogg I got the sex rhymes
Snoop Dogg I got the sex rhymes
All world class

It ain't nothing like black p*ssy on my d*ck
Word to your mama and your sister b*tch
I play hoes like a motherf*cking football game
I'll pull my d*ck out and you'll say it's good yall came
Yall did yall's thang, worked a n*gga front to back
In the Bill Clinton presidential cadillac
Smoked a sac, the b*tches couldn't handle that
Blew out my brains and left no stain
I can't complain, sh*t is all done with that
I f*cked so many hoes I can't remember they names
But it ain't about that, b*tch, I really doubt that
Just turn the lights out and put my d*ck where your mouth at

Kid Rock I got the sex rhymes
Kid Rock you got the sex rhymes?
Snoop, I got the presidential sex rhymes
My n*gga

I'm on the private jet, out of JFK
Sippin' the feds, feeling A-ok
Looked across the aisle and who did I see?
Bill motherf*ckin' Clinton sittin' next to me
We kicked it, talked, had a couple of laughs
The stewardess walked up, asked us for our autographs
I thought I was mack and gave her two free shirts
Bill stuck 5 fingers up in her skirt
So I stuck 5, and that made 10
Sh*t, 2 roosters and only 1 hen
Billy winked at me, it was all too sweet
We tag-teamed that freak at 30,000 feet

Yeah, 30,000 motherf*ckin' feet flying high
Kid Rock and Bill motherf*cking Clinton, you know
And we thought we does it most on the coast
Sh*t, you got the sex rhymes?
Hold on, let me see if you got some gangster sh*t, homey
'Cause if you do, I'ma kick some for ya
Little something like this

Oh sh*t, it's some gangster sh*t
All I need is a gangster b*tch
'Cause gangster sh*t is all I kick
I f*cks with a black, brown, or a white chick
B*tch you can act like you ain't worth a sh*t
I'm here to strip a b*tch, and co-temp a b*tch
Lookin' for love in all the wrong places
Lookin' for love, f*ck love, it's too racist
Smokin' the dove in too many places
Bustin' a nut in too many b*tches faces

Well, i'm Kid Rock got p*ssy galore
You might get a lot of p*ssy, I gets much more
Got scores of whores and macks know what's up
You's a player, nope, i'm a flat out sl*t (hah!)
Got what you came for yes indeed
Extasy and a sea of weed
Gotta seed the plant in your field of crack
I'll wear my cowboy hat and be your farmer jack
You can hold my sack while I pack your bag
You can rub my back while I tap your keg
One leg on the dash, and one on the floor
I'll pop a cork in your ass and make you scream for more

Money, hoes, tits and asses
We got the goods and the bullsh*t pass us
We got whatever you need
I got extasy, I got pounds of weed

Money, hoes, tits and asses
We got the goods and the bullsh*t pass us
We got whatever you need
I got extasy, I got pounds of weed