Tekster: Kid Rock. The Polyfuze Method. 3 Sheets to The Wind.

What's my name?
Kid Rock, Rock
Kid Rock, Rock
Kid Rock, Rock
Kid Rock, Rock

What's my name?
Kid Rock, Rock
Kid Rock, Rock
Kid Rock, Rock
Kid Rock, Rock

What's my name?
Kid Rock, Rock
Kid Rock, Rock
Kid Rock, Rock
Kid Rock, Rock

I'm here an' it's clear, I'm gonna flow, so, yo, black
Just get on up or you get the bozak
'Coz it ain't Kojak or Dr. Zeus
It's the Kid, motherfucker an' I'm gonna get loose

'Coz I got the juice to spruce an' get nice
An' so enticin', strong like a bison
Ruff like Brandy an' no one knows
That I got more riffs than Randy Rhoads

Smash, slash an' when I trash, I bash
I get ill, I chill but you don't know the half
I trip, I rip an' though I think I'm slick
I'm nothin' but a funky country hick

But I still get down with a sound that pumps
An' you can hear me from the trucks an' the trunks that bump
Never been questioned by the F.B.I
Although I've tried every method just to get high

L.S.D. is what I'm trippin' on
An' O.E., bitch, is what I'm sippin' on
A big fat booty's what I'm grippin' on
But for now I'm gonna rock an' keep rippin' on

Down to the motherfuckin' A.M.
As I co bump an' jump an' keep the crowd in mayhem
No brain, no pain
Now c'mon y'all an' tell me what's my name

Kid Rock, Rock
Kid Rock, Rock
Kid Rock, Rock
Kid Rock, Rock

Kid Rock, Rock
Kid Rock, Rock
Kid Rock, Rock
Kid Rock, Rock

3 sheets 2 the wind is the state I'm in
Half off the wagon with my feet draggin'
Taggin' hoes, gettin' lots of trim
Gettin' jocks an' props for all the spots I rock

I'm true' I'm blue like Captain Kangaroo
An' for the few who knew, yo, I'ma bang for you
Because the Kid Rock ain't no bitch, yo
An' I ain't no radio, wanna get rich, ho

So count my props, you can't get with me
An' fuck all you cops, you ain't shit to me
But hoes with guns, playin' hard for fun
So stay off my dick because I ain't the one

An' for anyone tryin' to bust me up
You better chill with that tryin' to fuck me up
An' if you're talkin' shit, I'm gonna shut ya up
An' all ya whack DJ's, I'm gonna cut ya up

'Coz I don't give a fuck about no one
An' when I wax, I tax an' that's just how it goes, son
Yo, I ain't no sucker
'Coz I'm the Kid Rock, motherfucker

Straight from Motown an' I won't slow down
I cease an' the cheese MCs, I mow down
An' I show no shame 'coz I'm down for mine
Now tell me, what's my name

Kid Rock, Rock
Kid Rock, Rock
Kid Rock, Rock
Kid Rock, Rock

Kid Rock, Rock
Kid Rock, Rock
Kid Rock, Rock
Kid Rock, Rock