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Yeah!
And I set up and tore down this stage with my own two hands.
We've travel this land packed tight in mini vans.
And all this for the fans, girls, money, and fame.
I played their game,
and as they scream my name,
I will show no shame.
I live and die for this.
And if I come off soft,
then chew on this.
Are you scared?
Devil without a cause,
and I'm back with the beaver hats,
and Ben Davis slacks.
Thirty pack of strohs.
Thirty pack of hoes.
No rogaine and the propane flows.
The chosen one,
I'm the living proof.
With the gift of gab,
from the city of truth.
I jabbed and stabbed,
and knocked critics back.
And I did not stutter when I said that
I'm going platinum
sellin' rhymes.
I went platinum
seven times.
And still they ill.
They wanna see us fry.
I guess because only God knows why
Why, why, why, why!!!
Ohhhhhhhhhhhh...
They call me cowboy, I'm the singer in black.
So throw a finger in the air and let me see where you're at.
Say "hey, hey!".
Let me hear where your at and say "hey, hey!".
I'm givin it back, so say "hey, hey!".
Show me some Metal and say
"Hey, hey, hey, hey!".
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Gat!!!!!
Fuck all y'all.
I like AC/DC and ZZ Top,
Bocephus, Beasties and the kings of rock.
Skynyrd, Segar, Limp, Korn, the Stones,
David Allen Coe and no show Jones.
Yeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh!!!!
Pass that bottle around,
got the rock from Detroit,
soul from Motown.
The underground stoned fuckin pimp
with tracks that mack and slap back the whack.
Never gay, no way, I don't play with ass.
But watch me rock with Liberace flash.
Punk rock, The Clash.
Boy bands are trash.
I like Johnny Cash and Grand Master Flash,
flash, flash, flash, flash!!!
Ohhhhhhhhhhhh...
They call me cowboy, I'm the singer in black.
So throw a finger in the air and let me see where you're at.
Say "hey, hey!".
Let me hear where your at and say "hey, hey!".
I'm givin it back, so say "hey, hey!".
Show me some Metal and say
"Hey, hey, hey, hey!".
Uh, uh, uh, Gat.
Yeah, I saw your band,
jumpin' around on stage like a bunch of wounded ducks.
When you gonna learn sucker,
you just can't fuck with.
Twisted Brbrbr Brown Brown...TRUCKER!!
Truuuuuccckeeeeerrrrr!!!!
I'm an... American Bad Ass.
Watch me kick.
You can roll with rock.
Or you can suck my dick,
I'm a porno flick, I'm like amazing grace.
I'm gonna fuck some hoe's after I rock this place.
Super Fly, livin double wide.
Side car my glide,
so Joe C can ride.
Full sack to share.
Bringin' flash and glare.
Got the long hair swingin middle finger in the air.
Snakeskin suits, sixty-five Chevelle's.
See me ride in sin,
hear the rebel yell,
I won't live to tell,
so if you do.
Give the next generation a big, fuck you!
Who knew I'd blow up like Oklahoma.
Said fuck highschool, pissed on my diploma,
smell the aroma,
Ccheck my hits,
I know it stinks in here.
Cause I'm the shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!!
Ohhhhhhhhhhhh...
They call me cowboy, I'm the singer in black.
So throw a finger in the air and let me see where you're at.
Say "hey, hey!".
Let me hear where your at and say "hey, hey!".
I'm givin it back, so say "hey, hey!".
Show me some Metal and say
"Hey, hey, hey, hey!".
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...
Huh, huh!!
I'm a cowboy,
bad ass in black.
Singin'
"Hey, hey, hey, hey!".
From side to side.
from front to back.
Say "hey, hey, hey, hey!".
I put Detroit city back on the map
and singin'
"Hey, hey, hey, hey!".
Kid Rock's in the house
and thats where I'm at.
Ha, ha, ha, ha!!
Personalmente, la canción me parece una mierda impresionante, pero la letra tiene su aquel. Seguramente los más fieles habrán descubierto que la canción que versionan realmente pertenece a Metallica: Sad But True.
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