Lay It on Me

Lay it on me

King Cowboy baby, you know my credits

Don't ask if it's true, fuck it I said it

Regret it? (Never) Pimpin'? (Forever)

Pull more hoe's than the free cash levers

So you better never, question the cleaver, cleaver

I sever whatever, forget her, and turn 'em redder than ever

You better wet her, and leave her makin' her miss me

Cause that's how we do it up in Detroit city

71 super charged big block hemmy

Ya eldavarge, I'm livin' more like Lemmy

B-B-B-B-B Benny and the jet's is hot

But you aint never met a motherfucker like Kid Rock

And Twisted Brown Truckers like a loaded gun

We're the band that other bands run from

Doin' the backstage boogie is where you'll find me

If you want some of that flash a pass, come back and

lay it on me

Lay it on me

Baby you got

Lay it on me

Uhh..just lay it on me

Lay it on me

Lay it on me

Now, people always say I aint livin' right

But it aint my fault you misplaced your light

Replaced your wife with some 2 bit missy

Now she's gettin' fucked up in Detroit city

Kickin' with the hippies, bikers, thugs

Hit me with a micky, fast women and drugs

1 love, for 2 minutes a 3rd minute I'm gone

Wake me up to eat around the crack of dawn

I'm makin' pancakes baby if ya crack the eggs

You'll feel the hours torn later when you spread your legs

No need to bag, and don't trail behind me

Just step up front a little lady and

Lay it on me

Lay it on me

Baby you got

Lay it on me

Uhh uhh uhh uhh..just lay it on me

Lay it on me

Lay it on me

Hey, hey, hey

(talkbox)Here we go, lets, lets jam.

We're comin', we're comin', we're comin'

Live from Detroit it's Saturday night

Got the funky fresh rhyme no beat to bite

And to ya'll hee haws who thought I'd never rank

I'm goin' hahahahaha all the way to the bank bitch

I got rich off a keepin' it real

While you radioheads are reinventin' the wheel

Got critics all trippin' off I don't know what

While I'm sippin' king louie not givin' a fuck

Trash me in the news, give me wack reviews

But you'll never find another who can fill my shoes

Who can roll the blues, who can rock the rap

Who can rock, who can roll, who can flow like that

Uhh black rim and a pocket full of phone numbers

From Pam Anderson to Suzanne Summers

Understand I want peace like Gandi

But until that day I'ma walk this way so

Lay it on me

I'm talkin' all night long

Lay it on me

Like a bang a gong

Lay it on me

With AC/DC on

From hells bells to the next 9 songs

Lay it on me

I can love you like that

Lay it on me

I'd rather fuck to Foghat

Lay it on me

Yeah I can make you shake

Slow ride it baby through the piano break

Come on, come on, come on

So step up front little lady

Lay it on me

Got to lay it on

Lay it on me

Yeahhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhh

Ohhhhhh lat it on me

You gotta 1, 2, 3 give it up

Lay it on me