Kid Rock - The Prodigal Son Returns Lyrics
P-P-P pass the boota, pass the bootaCause i wanna get, P-P-P pass the bootaP-P-P pass the boota, cause i wanna get offAll the *****ers that are tryin to dis the Kid RockYou can get shot, but first i'm gonna get hotWhen it comes to rhyms i got a new CaddyCause you got about as much flavor as a *****in rice pattyBabe, ahh dont quit your day jobIt lights the way ahhBut on the mic i'm GodAnd workin hard for your moneys what i x'ed hoeCause i wont sell my soul for some wax dipped in cheap goldPar 4 mother*****er whatcha gonna do1 wood 7 iron and i'm on the green at 2With 1 putt i lyin a birdy in the holeI drive the show putt for doughSo give it up hoeI get a lot of funny looksI aint stealin your music, my manI aint to *****in crookYour playin dummy with your prideAnd you cant tell me shit about a funny vibeAnd all that jive your preachin, it's borinGod saved my soul, you save the *****in rain forestAnd i'll meet you in hellThe prodigal son Kid Rock i rock well(only time will tell)Well it's been coast from the midwaySmokin grass and sniffin linesAnd at first glance you wouldnt guess noI even make my own homemade wineMoonshine, Red wine, stir it up, drink it upRoll it up, light it up, toke down, pass aroundCut it up, light it up, sniff it up, rock it upGimme a pipe and i just might smoke itObject it, sellect it, clean it, protect itSuck it in, tie it up, stick it and inject itAll night, that's right, pop it drop itSet it on your tongue and then trip til you peak
