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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kid Rock
Lead Vocals
Kenny Olson
Lead Guitar
Joe C.
Vocals
Shirley Hayden
Background Vocals
Misty Love
Background Vocals
Stefanie Eulinberg
Drums
Jimmie Bones
Keyboards
Uncle Kracker
Turntables
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jalil Hutchins
Songwriter
Kenny Olson
Songwriter
Lawrence Smith
Songwriter
Matthew Shafer
Songwriter
Robert J. Ritchie
Songwriter
Todd Shaw
Songwriter
Kid Rock
String Arranger
John Travis
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kid Rock
Producer
John Travis
Engineer
Derek Matuja
Assistant Engineer
Al Sutton
Mixing Engineer
Tony Dawsey
Mastering Engineer
The Twisted Brown Trucker
Assistant Engineer
Lyrics
You knew that I was coming 'cause you heard my name
But you don't know my game, you never felt my pain
Can't read my brain but you read my lips
And got scared when you heard that I was coming with hits
Now don't even trip, be a man instead
Give thanks I'm alive when I should be dead
Uh! I'm in the red 'cause my mind's distortin'
People claimin' that they know me, but they only know a portion
I'ma move mountains and touch the sun
Don't get scared now, you knew this day would come
So hold your bids, all bets are closed
And fuck all you hoes
'Cause it's been a long time comin'
But I finally broke like an egg yolk, I ain't no joke
Like some uncut dope motherfucker, Kid Rock's to blame
Same game, same name, ain't a damn thing changed
No sell-out, I ain't no ho, fuck the radio, I'm comin' from that R-O-M-E-O
Watch me throw like a fist of rage
Self-made and paid and sawed-off 12-gauges
Up that ass for the 9-8
Never fake, shake, straight from the Great Lakes
Seven years on wax comin' correct
Flat out you diss me punk, that's when I pull the strap out
And I get to buck-buck-bucking, I'm fuck-fuck-fucking your hoes
'Cause they know who's runnin' this shit, Top Dog, I'm the C-E-O
Role model, your mother-fucking H-E-R-O
My motto, "Be Cool - Keep Pimpin'"
Don't sleep, we roll deep in a Lincoln
Four Vogues on a hundred spokes
We bust Biltmore Beavers in Top Dog coats
We float like butterflies, sting like queen bees
Strapped with A-K's straight from the Chinese
What the fuck's goin' on in the D
Bunch of white boys pimpin' like the K-I-D
And it's all good I got love for my honkeys
We roll thick kick ass like donkeys
Anybody fuck's with you, I'm gonna mack 'em
Devil without a cause, I'm going platinum
I'm going Platinum
I'm going Platinum
We're going platinum
Devil without a cause, I'm going platinum
Yeah, we come to party, so get down everybody
Yeah, we come to party
I went from St. Claire shores and drink specials at Winners
To New York City and 700 dollar dinners
From hangin' with sinners and second hand cheap sex
To gettin' much respect from top record execs
The cool Kid's claimin' up to call you out
So shut up now or put my balls in your mouth
Bet that ass hoss I ain't forgot
When I was tossed in the dime bin and left to rot
Used to call me funny when my nose was fucking runny
Now my fuckin' bunnies gettin' fuckin' Matchbox 20 money
Motherfuckers want to claim they're down
But when I was broke and down, I never seen them around
All the shit we talked, all the shit we dreamed
I did it without you, got a brand new team
No triple beams, it seems like a movie
Bought two cribs, drop-top, and jacuzzi
No more fluzzies only high class hoes
A couple when it rains and a few when it snows
A brand new nose to go along with my habit
And a garden hose made out of 24 karat
Bought a couple parrots that like to squawk
And they sound like you and all the shit you talk
Step inside my shoes, you couldn't fill 'em doc
You're too old to kid, too soft to rock
Already did what most love to shout
Seven years on wax and I still ain't sold out
And there ain't no doubt in my mind
That I'm gonna stomp all over your test of time
I'm going platinum
I'm going platinum
I'm going platinum
We're going platinum
Devil without a cause, I'm going platinum
Devil
Devil
Devil
Devil
Straight out of the streets of Taylor
Three foot high, ready to get fly
Joe C
I'm the J-O-E to the C ho
Call me Joe C, got more game than Coleco
I'm a freak ho, call me sick
Three foot nine with a ten foot dick
The ladies pick, I'm a crazy hick
And rake through kind like a bum through wine
It's my time so I'm gonna shine like glass
Old as piss, but small as ass
Watch me cash, smoke some hash
You're raking grass while I'm raking cash
High-ass voice just like Aaron Neville
And I'm down with The Devil
Say we like to party, rock the party
We like to party, rock the party
We like to party, rock the party
We like to party, rock the party
You like to party, rock the party
We like to party, rock the party
You like to party, rock the party
Devil without a cause, I'm going platinum
Come on!
Writer(s): Lawrence Smith, Jalil Hutchins, Matt Shaffer, Robert J. Ritchie, Todd Anthony Shaw, Kenny Olson
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