American Bad Ass - 2018 Remaster
Yeah, and I've set up and tore down this stage with my own two hands
We've traveled this land packed tight in minivans
And all this for the fans, girls, money and fame
I played their game
And as they scream my name
I will show no shame
I live and die for this
And if I come off soft then chew on this!
Are you scared?
Devil without a cause
And I'm back with the beaver hats and Ben Davis slacks
30 pack of Stroh's, 30 pack of hoes
No Rogaine in the propane flow
The chosen one, I'm the living proof
With the gift of gab from the city of truth
I jabbed and stabbed and knocked critics back
And I did not stutter when I said that
I'm going platinum (sellin' rhymes)
I went platinum (seven times)
And still they ill, and wanna see us fry
I guess because the "Only God Knows Why, Why, Why, Why, why, ohhh
They call me cowboy, I'm the singer in black
So throw a finger in the air and let me see where you're at, say (hey hey)
Let me hear where you're at, say (hey hey)
I'm givin' it back so say (hey hey)
Show me some metal and say (hey, hey, hey, hey)
Fuck all y'all
I like AC-DC and ZZTop
Bocephus, Beasties and the Kings of Rock
Skynyrd, Seger, Limp, Korn, the Stones
David Allen Coe and no Show Jones, yeah
Pass that bottle around
Got the rock from Detroit, the soul from Motown
The underground stoned fuckin' pimp
With tracks that mack and slap back the wack
Never gay, no way, I don't play with ass
But watch me rock with liberace flash
Punk rock, the clash, boy bands are trash
I like johnny cash and grandmaster flash, flash, flash, flash, flash, ohhh
They call me cowboy, I'm the singer in black
So throw a finger in the air and let me see where you're at, say (hey hey)
Let me hear where you're at, say (hey hey)
I'm givin' it back so say (hey hey)
Show me some metal and say (hey, hey, hey, hey)
Huh, huh, huh, yeah
Yeah, I saw your band
Jumpin' around on a stage like a bunch of wounded ducks
When you gonna learn sucker?
You just can't fuck with Twisted Brown Trucker
I'm an American bad ass, watch me kick
You can roll with rock or you can suck my dick
I'm a porno flick, I'm like Amazing grace
I'm gonna fuck some hoes after I rock this place
Super fly, livin' double wide
Side car my glide so Joe C can ride
Full sack to share, bringin' flash and flare
Got the long hair swingin', middle finger in the air
Snakeskin suits, 65 Chevelle's
See me ride in sin, hear the rebel yell
I won't live to tell so if you do
Give the next generation a big "fuck you"
Who knew I'd blow up like Oklahoma
Said "fuck high school", pissed on my diploma
Smell the aroma, check my hits
I know it stinks in here 'cause I'm the shit, shit, shit, shit, shit ohhh
They call me cowboy, I'm the singer in black
So throw a finger in the air and let me see where you're at, say (hey hey)
Let me hear where you're at, say (hey hey)
I'm givin' it back so say (hey hey)
Show me some metal and say (hey, hey, hey, hey)
I'm a cowboy bad ass in black singin' (hey hey hey hey)
From side to side, from front to back, say (hey hey hey hey)
I put Detroit City back on the map and singin' (hey hey hey hey)
Kid Rock's in the house, and that's where I'm at
We've traveled this land packed tight in minivans
And all this for the fans, girls, money and fame
I played their game
And as they scream my name
I will show no shame
I live and die for this
And if I come off soft then chew on this!
Are you scared?
Devil without a cause
And I'm back with the beaver hats and Ben Davis slacks
30 pack of Stroh's, 30 pack of hoes
No Rogaine in the propane flow
The chosen one, I'm the living proof
With the gift of gab from the city of truth
I jabbed and stabbed and knocked critics back
And I did not stutter when I said that
I'm going platinum (sellin' rhymes)
I went platinum (seven times)
And still they ill, and wanna see us fry
I guess because the "Only God Knows Why, Why, Why, Why, why, ohhh
They call me cowboy, I'm the singer in black
So throw a finger in the air and let me see where you're at, say (hey hey)
Let me hear where you're at, say (hey hey)
I'm givin' it back so say (hey hey)
Show me some metal and say (hey, hey, hey, hey)
Fuck all y'all
I like AC-DC and ZZTop
Bocephus, Beasties and the Kings of Rock
Skynyrd, Seger, Limp, Korn, the Stones
David Allen Coe and no Show Jones, yeah
Pass that bottle around
Got the rock from Detroit, the soul from Motown
The underground stoned fuckin' pimp
With tracks that mack and slap back the wack
Never gay, no way, I don't play with ass
But watch me rock with liberace flash
Punk rock, the clash, boy bands are trash
I like johnny cash and grandmaster flash, flash, flash, flash, flash, ohhh
They call me cowboy, I'm the singer in black
So throw a finger in the air and let me see where you're at, say (hey hey)
Let me hear where you're at, say (hey hey)
I'm givin' it back so say (hey hey)
Show me some metal and say (hey, hey, hey, hey)
Huh, huh, huh, yeah
Yeah, I saw your band
Jumpin' around on a stage like a bunch of wounded ducks
When you gonna learn sucker?
You just can't fuck with Twisted Brown Trucker
I'm an American bad ass, watch me kick
You can roll with rock or you can suck my dick
I'm a porno flick, I'm like Amazing grace
I'm gonna fuck some hoes after I rock this place
Super fly, livin' double wide
Side car my glide so Joe C can ride
Full sack to share, bringin' flash and flare
Got the long hair swingin', middle finger in the air
Snakeskin suits, 65 Chevelle's
See me ride in sin, hear the rebel yell
I won't live to tell so if you do
Give the next generation a big "fuck you"
Who knew I'd blow up like Oklahoma
Said "fuck high school", pissed on my diploma
Smell the aroma, check my hits
I know it stinks in here 'cause I'm the shit, shit, shit, shit, shit ohhh
They call me cowboy, I'm the singer in black
So throw a finger in the air and let me see where you're at, say (hey hey)
Let me hear where you're at, say (hey hey)
I'm givin' it back so say (hey hey)
Show me some metal and say (hey, hey, hey, hey)
I'm a cowboy bad ass in black singin' (hey hey hey hey)
From side to side, from front to back, say (hey hey hey hey)
I put Detroit City back on the map and singin' (hey hey hey hey)
Kid Rock's in the house, and that's where I'm at
Credits
Writer(s): Lars Ulrich, James Alan Hetfield, Robert J. Ritchie
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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