[Verse 1]

Haha

Ooh, I'm back (Back), the fog is lifted

The earth has shifted and raised the gifted

You knew I'd be back, so pack your bone

And hit the road Jack, 'cause daddy's home

Wit the funky hot riffs, thick like Al Roker

Pumpin' out hits, gettin' chips like Oprah

Bitch, I told ya, do not hate

Or question the music I make, ugh

[Chorus]

I make (Punk Rock)

And I mix it with the (Hip Hop)

I getcha higher than a (Tree top)

You wanna roll with the (Kid Rock) (yeeaah!)

I make (Southern Rock)

And I mix it with the (Hip Hop)

Got money like (Fort Knox)

I'll forever be the (Kid Rock)

Forever

[Verse 2]

The junkies are, still cigar puffin'

Still the same 'cause I ain't changed nothin'

Huffin' and puffin', I got two rookies

All in check, doin' the redneck boogie

The king is back to retract the wack

Repack my sack wit the double fat back

Forget all that, I'm still singing (Yeah)

And like kids on monkey bars, I'm still swingin'

Thought I got dusty, thought I'd get rusty

Thought I'd get rich and quit, oh he must be

Fat and ugly, broke, black and blue

But I'm trim fit, rich and I'm back for round two

Red, white and the Pabst Blue Ribbon

Dead right, that's how I'm livin'

Givin' you more, than the frauds and fakes

They can't make the kinda music I make (Uh-huh)

[Chorus]

I make (Punk Rock)

And I mix it with the (Hip Hop)

I getcha higher than a (tree top)

You wanna roll with the (Kid Rock) (Yeah)

I make (Southern Rock)

And I mix it with the (Hip Hop)

Got money like (Fort Knox)

I'll forever be the (Kid Rock)

Forever

[Verse 3]

The black cat is back, in original form

The legible, credible, inevitable storm

Way past the norm', still misbehavin'

Finger in the air and the flag still wavin'

Young clone, don't test the boss

Because I got this sewn like Betsy Ross

You can floss and front, you can taunt and tease

But you can't fuck with rhymes like these

Thumpin' like a drum kit with wrists that slit picks

Bumpin' for the kids who twist, splif and sips fifths

I got the gift, I'm about to unwrap it

(Eight ball, side pocket) Eight ball in my jacket

Pussy and blow, you know how I live

You can't say that Kid, fuck off, I just did

Watch me twirl, like Earl The Pearl

Or just keep on Kid Rockin' in the free world

[Chorus]

(Punk Rock)

And I mix it with the (Hip Hop)

I getcha higher than a (tree top)

You wanna roll with the (Kid Rock) (yeeaah!)

I make (Southern Rock)

And I mix it with the (Hip Hop)

Got money like (Fort Knox)

I'll forever be the (Kid Rock) (yeeaah!)

Forever

[Outro]

(Punk Rock)

Forever

(Hip Hop)

Forever

(Southern Rock)

Forever

(Kid Rock) (yeeaah!)

(Punk Rock)

Forever

(Hip Hop)

Forever

(Southern Rock)

Forever

(Kid Rock) (yeeaah!)

Forever