ICP - Is that you

Violent J, Violent J, is that you? Im on the microphone, so whatcha wanna do? Violent J, Violent J, is that you? A wicked, wicked clown painted just for you I drink Faygo its only a buck-ten Im a pour it on your tits when we fucking Cuz Im with that kinky shit, hoe I can see you butt-naked in your window Shimmy up the house side dash Now Im gonna press my nuts on the glass Let me in, hoe, dont ya know Im Violent J of the ICP, yo I got me a checklins cashing If I could spend it with the hoes Im crashing But dont get all geek slut Cuz Im a buy ya some lava to wash your butt Whats this clown shit about? A knife to your neck and your throats hanging out With a do-me-ray Now its about time I say Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you? Yeah, let me tell ya what I wanna do Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you? Yo, Nate, Yo, Nate Woohoo!!!Frontin, they frontin, everybodys frontin Violent Violent J is gonna tell ya something If ya know a bitch who got grits Kid Rock, Kid Rock will probably eat that shit Boohoo motherfucker whatcha cry for Im that nigga that your bitch would die for The whore showed up at my front door So I fucked her in the ass and I threw her out the back door The bitch thought it was a cake drive She said drive me to the city, so I dropped her off at lakeside You driving me home, well I meant ta But plans have changed so get your ass on the centaur Hoe, this aint no taxi I be mackin hoes, they dont mack me Never slacking, hoes I be macking Kid Rock, Kid Rock Never slacking, hoes I be macking Violent J serving ghetto hard street shit The funk, the funk from the old days Violent J serving ghetto hard street shit The funk from the old days Well, Im up for the shot in a minute Show me a valley, I might yodek in it Like somebody else I know I been to Mount Plen as Ive been to Romeomeomeo Wicked clowns gonna flow for ya son Three for the treble, eight for the drum Five for the homies that I run with Bitch call your mother cause youre done with Toe tip-toe, I snuck in your house And fell asleep butt-naked on the front couch So, excuse me, pops, Im napping So could ya shut the fuck up with that yapping And your wifes all worked up for nothing She act like she aint never seen a wang or something Cuz it really dont matter Im a show my nuts to innocent bystander Every fucking day Cuz its about time I say Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you? Yeah, let me tell you what I wanna do Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you? I just said it was motherfucker Skinny dipping in the pool, you know I drown hoes Fuck them doggie style and play that ass like a bongo Hit it, hit hi-hit it Hitting homerums and never wimp, ho Smoke my dick like its a big spliff This aint a blooper and Im no joker But I can shoot a nut 50 foot like a super soaker But I wont pull it out for a cheap joke Instead I play John Holmes in a sequel to Deep Throat Taste the nut in your mouth, just to school ya But ho, dont let the smooth taste fool ya Dont let the smooth taste fool ya...