[Intro]
This is the true story about mackin', check it

Times are changin'
(Talk about it)
More so each year
But the Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp is here
(Yeah)
So let it rain, and let the guitar rock
And if you hear me yawn
(Then just drop that top)
Come on, girl
Hey, hey, hey
(Well, well, well, well)
Hey, hey, hey
(Well, well, well, well, well)

[Verse 1: Kid Rock]
And I be catchin' them Northern Pike like on a ten pound test
Smoke sess, never fess, take a guess
I be the Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp
Straight limpin', Boone's Farm drinkin'
At the party big booty pinchin'
Chillin' like a villian, balloon fillin'
Wack emcee killin', the fine ho drillin'
With the million dollar talent and the ten cent brain
Been gone too long, too much cocaine
But now that I'm back, on the block
I'm ready to rock
Left to right all night
My game's tight, I wish you might
Take a bite out of this here toxic, melodic
Neurotic product, fresh from the harvest
Who'll be the largest, hardest, smartest label in town
Top Dog, get down, uhh
Radio won't play me
But still I got the kids around the world goin' Kid Rock crazy
And wicked witches be flyin' on broomsticks
Kid Rock be comin' with the boom, boom, boom, biatch
I from the sticks, biatch
Straight from the RO
"Kid Rock I ain't's no bitch"
Uh, yes you are ho
So quit frontin' like you don't know
When I step straight into the party with my homeboy Tino
"What's up?"
Get a good look bro, get a good gander
I'm made in Detroit but my name ain't Stanzler
Spreadin' like a cancer, a virus
While you're lookin' really gay like fuckin' Billy Ray (censored), huh
I'm the highest emcee of all time
Got my mind on the D and the D on my mind
And the line gets drawn when my eyes can't see
Hit me twice with the 'Tussin and the morphine IV
I be, what they call an OG, bitch
I'm the motherfuckin' Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp
(Say whaaat?)
[Chorus: Kid Rock]
Now throw your hands in the air and let's rock y'all
Just throw your hands up high, hip hop y'all
Just throw your hands in the air and let's rock y'all
Because a Detroit party don't stop y'all
Just throw your hands up high, let's rock y'all
Just throw your hands side to side, hip hop y'all
Just throw your hands up high, let's rock y'all
Because a Kid Rock party don't stop y'all

[Verse 2: Kid Rock]
Now I'm the self made mack on a mountain of moss
Got the money green Cutty with the high pro gloss
A Lincoln Continental and a Grand Marquis
Rag top dropped down, rollin' on chrome D's bitch
The purple furs and the gold trim glasses
I only bust the fat asses
And I don't be givin' a fuck who the hell can rap better than me
Cause I'm a true fuckin' player and a mack like a real G
H-I-J-K-L-M-N-O-P is for pimpin'
Early mornin' stoned pimpin'
I been down, been around
From the bottom to the top
Partyin' down with the slimmies in the cities that I rock
So uh, ooh baby, baby, baby let me love ya
Or if you wanna get your freak on, I'll just fuck ya
With the ooh, ahh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ah, bitch
Shit, I'm the Early Morning Stoned Pimp
Hey hey hey
Come on y'all
[Chorus: Kid Rock]
Now throw your hands in the air and let's rock y'all
Just throw your hands up high, hip hop y'all
Just throw your hands in the air and let's rock y'all
Because a Detroit party don't stop y'all
Just throw your hands up high, let's rock y'all
Just throw your hands side to side, hip hop y'all
Just throw your hands up high, let's rock y'all
Because a Kid Rock party don't stop y'all

[Verse 3: Joe C.]
I'm Joe C. bitch
Let me get them digits
I might be a little small, ho
But I ain't no god damn midget
So stick it up your ass where the sun don't shine
I'm vertically challenged, you're vertically blind
I'm three-foot-nine, it's ten foot long
I'm gonna smack that ass after I pack this bong
I can flow all night, all night long
Until the break of dawn, 'til the early morn'
I'm a thorn in your side, can you feel me stickin'
80 pills a day bitch I ain't bullshittin'
So groove baby, groove baby, call your mama
I'm like John Lee Hooker, girl
[Bridge]
I got the boogie drama
With the boogie drama
With the boogie drama
With the boogie drama

[Verse 4: Tino Gross]
Ridin' around the neighborhood
Me and Kid Rock were up to no good
With the boogie drama
With your leather miniskirt and we got some wine
Playin' the radio ya look so fine
With the boogie drama
Well, Well, Well, baby
With the boogie drama
Let's get funky, that's my job
Punchin' 9 to 5, 7 times, times 24, times 12
Day in and day out
Let's get funky
Come on everybody
With the boogie drama
With the boogie drama
With the boogie drama