Fuck Off

[Verse 1: Kid Rock] A shimmy shimmy go go motherfucking pop, bitch It's the K-K-Kid Rock with the K-K-Kid Rock shit I'm on top bitch and rock for tricks Harley whips and nips and flip trips for whips I get all the money pussy falls like rain Been getting laid and paid that's why I never complain If I ain't in it for the money I'm in it for the P It's 1998 yo and you still can't fuck with me You don't be fucking with the blue eye Fucking with my 2-5 up your fucking ass like my shoe size I got a new vibe, kinda like Voodoo You do what we say and we'll do what we want to do We're fucking up your city and we're fucking up your program Fucking all your bitches we can fucking give a goddamn Twisted Brown gets down with no assistance We won't quit until we're banned from existence Persistence pays if that holds true Then I'm gonna buy this fucking planet before the time I'm through I was praised and raised on the thoughts of no fakings So let me get what I got coming and the rest I'm taking I'm shaking like Jerry Lee Lewis and shit You act like the motherfucker's brand new at this shit But I've been true to this shit giving my heart and soul Been shining like a diamond but getting passed as coal So fuck off Yeah [Verse 2: Kid Rock] With my pants half hanging off my ass and shit Bowl filled hash pockets stuffed with cash I be the mushroom tripping sipping shots of Jack Cause the kids don't listen getting lots of flak I be the do wah diddy up and down you block and The 10 karat Kid with my triggers cocking The K the I the D R-O-C-K motherfucker and you still don't know me So blow me bitch I don't rock for *cancer* I rock for the cash and the topless dancers Don't have no answers so pass the joint I'm just paid in full and made in Detroit I ride like Senna in the Indy 5 And get live with that which get's me high Strive for perfection, this much is true We do what we say, you say what we do Kid Rock, I couldn't be no Bozo And I get too much P to ever *be no homo* I rock from SoHo to Arizona I'm an easy rider dreaming of Winona I roam the country like a Greyhound bus Put faith in lust and in God I trust I'm not Peter Pan I don't fuck with fairies But I bust more rhymes than virgin cherries And Harry Caray couldn't call my game Fucked so many hoes I'm in the hall of fame And I show no shame from coast to coast I don't mean to brag, but I like to boast Fuck off [Interlude: Kid Rock] Yeah, right in your mother fucking ass, bitch With that Detroit city shit ain't shit swift we're on the same script Nothing new since '76, Kid Rock Yo, Slim Shady come break these motherfuckers off [Verse 3: Eminem] Yo! Tell the world to hold their breath, they're breathin' the wrong air This planet belongs to me and this hippy with long hair Two white boys who spike punch and light joints Hang around drugs, loud music and like noise Slim Shady and Brown Trucker another bunch of motherfuckers Who hate the world just as much as each other And I ain't leavin' this party tonight Till I see some naked bitches dancing around drunk touchin' each other Rum and Pepsi got your whole perception of me sketchy 'Cause when I stage dive people too scared to catch me 'Cause all I do is curse and fuck So when I do shrooms you all better give me two rooms 'Cause I'm fuckin' the first one up So when you see me on your block, you better lock your cars 'Cause you know I'm losin' it when I'm rappin' to rock guitars This is for children who break rules People that straight fools and every single teenager that hates school! Fuck off!