Is That You Lyrics

F/ Kid Rock

Violent J, Violent J, is that you? 
    I'm on the microphone, so what'cha wanna
    do? 
    Violent J, Violent J, is that you? 
    A wicked, wicked clown painted just for you 
    I drink Faygo it's only a buck-ten 
    I'm a pour it on your tits when we fucking 
    Cuz I'm with that kinky shit, hoe 
    I can see you butt-naked in your window 
    Shimmy up the house side dash 
    Now I'm gonna press my nuts on the glass 
    Let me in, hoe, don't ya know 
    I'm Violent J of the ICP, yo I got me a
    checklins cashing 
    If I could spend it with the hoes I'm crashing 
    But don't get all geek slut 
    Cuz I'm a buy ya some lava to wash your butt 
    What's this clown shit about? 
    A knife to your neck and your throats hanging
    out 
    With a do-me-ray 
    Now it's about time I say 

    Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you? 
    Yeah, let me tell ya what I wanna do 
    Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you? Yo, Nate, Yo,
    Nate Woohoo!!! 
    Frontin', they frontin', everybody's frontin' 
    Violent Violent J is gonna tell ya something 

    If ya know a bitch who got grits 
    Kid Rock, Kid Rock will probably eat that shit 
    Boohoo motherfucker what'cha cry for 
    I'm that nigga that your bitch would die for 
    The whore showed up at my front door 
    So I fucked her in the ass and I threw her out
    the back door 
    The bitch thought it was a cake drive 
    She said drive me to the city, so I dropped her
    off at lakeside 
    You driving me home, well I meant ta 
    But plans have changed so get your ass on the
    centaur 
    Hoe, this ain't no taxi I be mackin' hoes, they
    don't mack me 
    Never slacking, hoes I be macking 
    Kid Rock, Kid Rock Never slacking, hoes I be
    macking 

    Violent J serving ghetto hard street shit 
    The funk, the funk from the old days 
    Violent J serving ghetto hard street shit 
    The funk from the old days 

    Well, I'm up for the shot in a minute 
    Show me a valley, I might yodek in it 
    Like somebody else I know I been to Mount
    Plen 
    as I've been to Romeomeomeo 
    Wicked clowns gonna flow for ya son 
    Three for the treble, eight for the drum 
    Five for the homies that I run with 
    Bitch call your mother cause you're done with 
    Toe tip-toe, I snuck in your house 
    And fell asleep butt-naked on the front couch 
    So, excuse me, pops, I'm napping 
    So could ya shut the fuck up with that yapping 
    And your wife's all worked up for nothing 
    She act like she ain't never seen a wang or
    something 
    Cuz it really don't matter I'm a show my nuts to
    innocent bystander 
    Every fucking day 
    Cuz it's about time I say 

    Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you? 
    Yeah, let me tell you what I wanna do 
    Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you? 
    I just said it was motherfucker 

    Skinny dipping in the pool, you know I drown
    hoes 
    Fuck them doggie style and play that ass like a
    bongo 
    Hit it, hit hi-hit it 
    Hitting homerums and never wimp, ho 
    Smoke my dick like it's a big spliff 
    This ain't a blooper and I'm no joker 
    But I can shoot a nut 50 foot like a super soaker

    But I won't pull it out for a cheap joke 
    Instead I play John Holmes in a sequel to Deep
    Throat 
    Taste the nut in your mouth, just to school ya 
    But ho, don't let the smooth taste fool ya 
    Don't let the smooth taste fool ya...