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
    ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
  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 (undedited version) or Radio Edit (edited version)
  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
  Check my hits
  I know it stinks in here
  Cause I'm the shit, shit, shit, shit, shit
    Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh
  They call me cowboy, I'm the singer in black
  So throw a finger in the air, let me see where you're at
  Say hey hey
  Let me hear where you're 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
    Hahahaha