Kid Rock Follow

Oh-e-o ohhhh oh
Oh-e-o ohhhh oh
Oh-e-o ohhhh oh
Oh-e-o ohhhh oh

Whos in the house?
Truckerrrrrr
Whos in the house?
Truckerrrrrr
Whos in the house?
Truckerrrrrr
Whos in the house?
Truckerrrrrr
Whos in the house?
Truckerrrrrr
Whos in the house?

Oh-e-o ohhhh oh
Oh-e-o ohhhh oh
Oh-e-o ohhhh oh
Oh-e-o ohhhh oh

Singin, hey now people here we come
Here we come motherf**kers
Here we, kinny come come
You know what we do and where were from
Detroit baby
You got 15 seconds to get this seat now
Were gonna start this show and blow your mind now
Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhh

(whos your uncle? )

Uncle krackerrrrrr
Im double wide on the side, in the back of the bus
Im your uncle kracker sittin platnum plus
Double platnum (what? ) tripple platnum (f**k)
Youd be a calm motherf**ker if you add that up.
Can you back that up?
Yeah, but what for?
I got a big brick house with 2 gold doors.
Was born in that, you need to shut my mouth
Im the same motherf**ker you been hearin about
Kracker went pop?
Naw, I did the pop bash
Floatin through the air waves, pickin up cash
I dropped bottom d, people thought I went soft, shit
Im still very difficult to f**k with

Straight outta the sticks of romeo michigan
The early morning stoned motherf**king pimp of the God damn
nationnnnnnn
Ye haw motherf**kers lets rock
With the kid, thats all, ya dig, ya dont stop
Got rifs to rock, brought boones to slam
Now whos the man? kid rock God damn
Back on the scene like a fiend for beats
Aint slept in weeks
Got too many freaks
Seen too many geeks
Try to rock the rap, so Im back with heat
To unseat the wack
Ima unpack, and set up shop
Ima step back and watch you rock
Ima rock track, so stop the pop
Then ima master blastin through the aftershock
I got, dug ditches to burry you bitches
Who roll the flow and wanna stop the show
So ima roll and flow another encore seven
From north of detroit, way south of heaven
Heaven, heaven, heaven
Yeahhhh
Turn it up, turn it up turn it up
Ughh come onnnnn
Kid rock motherf**ker with the tbt
Rollin through your city like the general lee
You wanna f**k with me? dont test the odds
Cause your arms are too short to box with god
But if ya, send me your address, Ill swing by
Call up your friends, Ill get your whole f**kin crew high
Say bye, bye, bye to the wack
And let it be known kid rock is back
Yeahhh rollin with the tbt
Were gonna rock the house for my man joe c.
Yeahh, we wanna start this show, come on
Come on, yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh