Racer, it's gonna be your night Dirt Racer, you've got it all on the line The whole wide world will know your name When you're standing there in victory
you can't feel it, stickin' out your monkey ass I could let shit rot in the past, now it's time to blast they ass Shh, Mr. Knighton take off your hat, can
swiftness G Showin' you all that are with this continuous flavor, you all wanna savor And those without no clout will have to pay for this Dopeness, you
head, twist it up That's yo' job, fin make you piss in cups Make you have to hustle rent with your pistols up Now, if Uncle Sam promisin' his murder
a spliff, don't worry about that In my pink Cadi, I have a [unverified] Uncle Sam arms men to kill in the 'hood I make 'em snap it, test it My choice
Uncle Tom is posing for a photo op with the Oval Office clan And Uncle Sam is rigging cockfights in the Promised Land And that knife you stuck in my back is still there It
Sam's crop business Boomin' like the big guy's, but get this Sam sold to uncles and cousins, poor Tom crams He sold his to get a fence like Sam (yeah) Page 2 Sam
for Uncle Sam's law VP: Everybody know it's all over oil DD: It's all for the greed and the money that ain't for you VP: it's off with the head of *blanked
the dough, nothin lasts forever you know It's all about the experience and what you take from it What you learn in the process, what you make of it Number
through their armor, then cut through your lungs If you make it home alive, you?ll still die young A greedy gang of liars, yeah, we?ve seen it all before
mirror, my reflection is Uncle Sam And every night I have these weird dreams That a creature's right beside me, wake up and can't breathe I feel like it
it, bitch Yo' whole life changed the day you met me Now you think you need a bank account Baby, I can't see, you managin' this money, it's too much
the game By the time you do, you lost your fame, reputation and your name But baby, we can do it, take your time do it right You don't wanna be a superstar
first time on radio Now some say I'm foul, some say I'm wild And that all might be true But it did not happen overnight So let me tell my tale to you It
speak And if you step out of line your up shits creek So come with it, kid rock's come to get it This town ain't dope, it's a throat, and I slit it Im
wise man here to teach and speak And if you step out of line your up shits creek So come with it, Kid Rock's gonna get it His style ain't dope, its a
its mark on you Bad Land! You gotta know the streets muthaf-a It can't be no one time beef muthaf-a Can you feel me really I hope you rocking mic's
go round It?s not man holding ground with dope sound We gots to ask Why do you feel that a meal can make you ill When you know that broke bill can still
