Three Sheets to the Wind (Whats My Name)

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Three Sheets to the Wind (Whats My Name)

What's my name?
Kid Rock Rock
Kid Rock Rock
Kid Rock Rock
Kid Rock Rock

Ahhhhhhh...
I'm here and it's clear I'm going to flow so you black
Just get on up or yo get the bozak
Because it isn't Kojak or Dr. Suess
It's the kid mother fuc*** and I'm going to get loose
Because I got the juice to spruce and get nice and
So enticing strong like a bison
Ruff like brandy and no one knows
That I got more riffs than Randy Rhodes
Smash, slash and when I trash I bash
I get ill I chill but you don't know the half
I trip I rip and though I think I'm slick
I'm nothing but a funky country hick
But I still get down with a sound that pumps
And you can hear me from the trucks and the trunks that bump
Never been questioned by the F.B.I
Although I've tried every method just to get high
L.S.D. is what I'm tripping on
And O.E. bitch is what I'm sipping on
A big fat booty's what I'm gripping on
But for now I'm going to rock and keep ripping on
Down to the mother fuc*** A.M
As I co bump and jump and keep the crowd in mayhem
No brain no pain...Now come on yalling and tell me what's my name

Kid Rock Rock
Kid Rock Rock
Come On, Come On
What's My Name
Kid Rock Rock
Kid Rock Rock
Sing that shit
Kid Rock Rock
Kid Rock Rock
Uhh I said what's my name?
Kid Rock Rock
Kid Rock Rock
Now break it down like this

3 sheets 2 the wind is the state I'm in
Half off the wagon with my feet dragging
Tagging hoes getting lots of trim
Getting jocks and props for all the spots I rock
I'm true I'm blue like Captain Kangaroo
And for the few who knew you I'm a bang for you
Because the Kid Rock isn't no bitch yo
And I am not no radio want to get rich ho
So count my props you can't get with me
And f*** all you cops you aren't shit to me
But hoes with guns playin hard for fun
So stay off my dick because I am not the one
For anyone tryin to bust me up
U better chill with that tryin to f*** me up
And if you're talking shit I'm gonna shut you up
And all ya wack D.J.'s I'm going to cut ya up
Because I don't give a f*** about no one
And when I wax I tax and that's just how it goes son
You aren't no sucker
Because I'm the Kid.. Rock motherfuc***
Straight from Mo-town and I won't slow down
I cease the cheese M.C.'s I moe down
And I show no shame because I'm down for mine
Now tell me what's my name

Kid Rock Rock
Kid Rock Rock
Come on bitch
What's my name
Kid Rock Rock
Kid Rock Rock
Come on, come on
Kid Rock Rock
Kid Rock Rock
Uhh I said what's my name
Kid Rock Rock
Kid Rock Rock
Kid Rock