I Just Want My Rock

I just want my rock Rock I just want my rock My rock (Yeehaw) Let's talk about country, And what's a honky tonk Sounds like a bumpkin party shack And what about that, Another missing dog I guess your girls not coming back Get all the red necks, And bring your cowboy hats Your hair's a mullet masterpiece But no disrespect, Because you spend your days With a twang that'll never cease So when your tractor takes a shit I can always count on this I just want my Rock Rock I just want my rock My rock Let's talk about Hip Hop Talk about the genre they keep on calling hip-hop I'm not trying to sell drugs I'm not trying to get shot I don't want to wear gold chains, gold teeth (What) All you gotta do is talk fast on beat (Ok) Or talk slow like the old heads (What) Never looking back when the road ends I don't keep up with the flow trends We just burnin' down the wick at both ends Listen Four different pillars that shaped the whole community I'm not getting into it, it's got nothing to do with me I just wanna rock I just want my Rock Rock I just want my rock My rock Let's talk about pop, It's so predictable Using the repetition hack And how about that, Repeat the same damn thing Until the earworm starts to hatch Put on your short skirt, Because you're selling it Your looks and skills don't need to match So auto tune that, Just keep on faking it And you can lip sync from your back But when the other genres miss I can always count on this I just want my Rock Rock I just want my rock My rock So just give me my leather pants, my spiky boots My eyeliner, and black nails too Crazy hair, shit attitudes Arrest records and bad tattoos I just want my rock I just want my I just want my rock