[Verse 1: Kid Rock]

A shimmy shimmy go go motherfucking pop, bitch

It's the K-K-Kid Rock with the K-K-Kid Rock shit

I'm on top bitch and rock for tricks

Harley whips and nips and flip trips for whips

I get all the money pussy falls like rain

Been getting laid and paid that's why I never complain

If I ain't in it for the money I'm in it for the P

It's 1998 yo and you still can't fuck with me

You don't be fucking with the blue eye

Fucking with my 2-5 up your fucking ass like my shoe size

I got a new vibe, kinda like Voodoo

You do what we say and we'll do what we want to do

We're fucking up your city and we're fucking up your program

Fucking all your bitches we can fucking give a goddamn

Twisted Brown gets down with no assistance

We won't quit until we're banned from existence

Persistence pays if that holds true

Then I'm gonna buy this fucking planet before the time I'm through

I was praised and raised on the thoughts of no fakings

So let me get what I got coming and the rest I'm taking

I'm shaking like Jerry Lee Lewis and shit

You act like the motherfucker's brand new at this shit

But I've been true to this shit giving my heart and soul

Been shining like a diamond but getting passed as coal

So fuck off

Yeah

[Verse 2: Kid Rock]

With my pants half hanging off my ass and shit

Bowl filled hash pockets stuffed with cash

I be the mushroom tripping sipping shots of Jack

Cause the kids don't listen getting lots of flak

I be the do wah diddy up and down you block and

The 10 karat Kid with my triggers cocking

The K the I the D R-O-C-K motherfucker and you still don't know me

So blow me bitch I don't rock for *cancer*

I rock for the cash and the topless dancers

Don't have no answers so pass the joint

I'm just paid in full and made in Detroit

I ride like Senna in the Indy 5

And get live with that which get's me high

Strive for perfection, this much is true

We do what we say, you say what we do

Kid Rock, I couldn't be no Bozo

And I get too much P to ever *be no homo*

I rock from SoHo to Arizona

I'm an easy rider dreaming of Winona

I roam the country like a Greyhound bus

Put faith in lust and in God I trust

I'm not Peter Pan I don't fuck with fairies

But I bust more rhymes than virgin cherries

And Harry Caray couldn't call my game

Fucked so many hoes I'm in the hall of fame

And I show no shame from coast to coast

I don't mean to brag, but I like to boast

Fuck off

[Interlude: Kid Rock]

Yeah, right in your mother fucking ass, bitch

With that Detroit city shit ain't shit swift we're on the same script

Nothing new since '76, Kid Rock

Yo, Slim Shady come break these motherfuckers off

[Verse 3: Eminem]

Yo!

Tell the world to hold their breath, they're breathin' the wrong air

This planet belongs to me and this hippy with long hair

Two white boys who spike punch and light joints

Hang around drugs, loud music and like noise

Slim Shady and Brown Trucker another bunch of motherfuckers

Who hate the world just as much as each other

And I ain't leavin' this party tonight

Till I see some naked bitches dancing around drunk touchin' each other

Rum and Pepsi got your whole perception of me sketchy

'Cause when I stage dive people too scared to catch me

'Cause all I do is curse and fuck

So when I do shrooms you all better give me two rooms

'Cause I'm fuckin' the first one up

So when you see me on your block, you better lock your cars

'Cause you know I'm losin' it when I'm rappin' to rock guitars

This is for children who break rules

People that straight fools and every single teenager that hates school!

Fuck off!