Fuck Me Baby (Paid)

Oooooooooooo ooooooo...Yeahhhhhh
And while your out gang bangin
Trying to catch a murder case
Your hoes on my couch gettin [bad word] in the face
Bumpin to the bass of some old school rap jam
Say what?
This aint tennis, but yo I'll use my backhand
On any grown man that tries to check rock
I wanna head bang, I gotta hip hop
Cause I'm gonna stick with what got me paid
Lickin that coochie with the high top fade
I'm self made like Henry Ford
I'm on this mic, but it feels like I been here before
I want more than the next man
Respect, plus the cash big checks
And mack on hoes like Rudy Ray
Cause the reach around just sounds so [bad word] I dont even swing that way
I told you hoes before I'm the K
I to the R O K'n, rhymes sayin, guitar playin
Turntable spinnin at a basement jam
No fame, no money, but you wouldn't understand
What it's like to be so real
You got the beats and the rhymes, but you ain't got no feel
I dont need the fancy music to make mine
Just the beat and the funky [bad word] bass line
Drop a couple cuts on the track
tracks to the mother [bad word] wax
So while your making record that dont recoup, huh
I'm in the house gettin paid like Snoop

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah
Kid Rock an' I got all the hoes sayin [bad word] me baby, Kid Rock come [bad word] me baby [bad word] me baby, [bad word] me baby all night long [bad word] me baby, Kid Rock come [bad word] me baby [bad word] me baby, [bad word] me till the break of dawn
Oooooooooo oooooooo...Yeaaaaaahhhhh
All night long

I want my khakis washed, starched, and creased
I want an order of fries with a side of grease
I wish for peace throughout this land
I want the whole [bad word] world in my hands
I want a band like the US Funk Mob
See I can rap I don't hafta lay sod
Just to make ends meet
October thirty-first yellin Trick or Treat
Boy aren't you a little old to be trickin
You see my mask and bag [bad word]  I aint [bad word] Hittin homeruns like Rusty Staub
I'm kinda anal, cause I ain't no [bad word] slob
I'm the cradle that's able to rock any format
But still I'm labeled and treated like a doormat
Where's the whores at?
Westside hoes like cars, so I ride em for a test drive
I'm like a pringle, I wont go soft
I got a new jingle, I'm about to go off
Hey hoe, check it out
I really like to turn you out
And if you be good to me
I'll yoodle in your valley
Kid Rock ain't nothing nice
Got the salt and pork boomin with the beans and rice
Got a head full of lice cause I'm such a scum
Got a pocket full of money, but I'm dressed like a bum
Got a business mind, so if I lose the funk,
I'll still be in the house gettin paid like trump

Hehe
Yeeeaaah, Uh
Yeeeaaah, Uh, Uh, Uh
Yeeeaaah
Kid Rock and I got all the hoes sayin [bad word] me baby, Kid Rock come [bad word] me baby [bad word] me baby, [bad word] me baby all night long [bad word] me baby, Kid Rock come [bad word] me baby [bad word] me baby, [bad word] me till the break of dawn
Come on, come on
Oooooooohhhhhh Yeahhhh
Hahaha
Come on, come on baby, all night long
 [bad word] me baby, let it ride, let it ride [bad word] me baby, oh yeah
Come on, come on, come on, oh yeah
Somebody [bad word] me baby, oh yeah
Love me baby, oh yeah
Come on baby, (Oh Yeah), all night long, (Oh Yeah)
Baby, come on, (Oh Yeah), [bad word] me baby, (Oh Yeah)
Come on and do me daddy all night long, (Oh Yeah)
Come on and do me daddy, (Oh Yeah)
Come on and do me daddy, (Oh Yeah)
Come on and do me daddy, (Oh Yeah), All night long