[Verse 1]
Uh, I grew up herding cattle
I got more rhymes than heroin in Seattle
You wanna battle with the Rock quit frontin'
I'll spit on your ass and then tell you that you ain't nothin'
Grab your honey and your beer and I'll break South
Take your money then I'll tell you, "Get the hell out!"
I'll put your head out, this is my night
How you gonna step with Rock when I got the mic?
I shot the sheriff and the deputy too
Paid off the Feds, now it's all about my crew
What you hoes wanna do?
One at a time or all at once
I'll still roll through your whole crew
Like a south-bound trucker
Hoss and motherfuckers take shorts
Motherfuckers take a loss
And when you step with your anger
I'm like the robot from lost in space (danger danger)
I give a warning but if you don't take it
I'll put my arm around your neck
Like we're cool, then I'll break it
It's all real, cop a feel from my steel
Here's the deal when I say clap your hands like a seal
Or better yet give respect where it's earned
You eat me up, I'm like a hot pepper and you might get burned
You took a turn for the worst
Walked up in my face rode away in a hearse
(Now how you gonna front on that?)
Kid Rock's in the house, that's where I'm at
[Chorus]
(Where you at, Rock, where you at?)
Over here in the rear with your girl and the 40's of beer
(Where you at, Rock, where you at?)
Over there with the bad attitude cause I just don't care
(Where you at, Rock, where you at?)
(Where you at, Rock, where you at?)
One, two, and you don't stop
Three, four, and you don't quit
One, two, and you don't stop

[Verse 2]
From the depths of Hell to God's right-hand side
I'm what's left of the get-paid, self-made pride
I'll step in stride, I'm raw as cow hide
My first LP is still sellin', that ain't no Jive
Am I the chosen one?
Some people ain't gettin' where I'm comin' from
Or where I'm goin' to stand back
Kid Rock's in the house, that's where I'm at

[Chorus]

(Rock the house, yo)

[Verse 3]
And I'll be the long-haired wizard with the lazy eye
Ask the ladies and they'll tell ya that I'm crazy fly
I'm steppin' to the mic like a soldier, bro
I hate to sound like a dick but I told you so, ho
Old Crow and a soul full of desperation
I'm rockin' up on the mic with no consideration
For your church or your family
Ayn Rand couldn't stand me, so she banned me
I'm like a dandelion, Jack
You can cut me down and then I'll pop right back
And attack from the back like a great white
I'm not down with the scrappin' but I'm down for the gunfight
Behind my back, talkin' shit
But when I front your ass, you wanna act like a little bitch
Keep on and you get your ass macked
Kid Rock's in the house, that's where I'm at
[Chorus]

(Over here, over here, uh, the, over here)

(Over here, over here, uh, the, over here)

Where you at, Rock, where you at?