Lyrics: Kid Rock. American Bad Ass.

Yeah
And I've 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 Im back with the beaver hats
And Ben Davis slacks
30 pack of Strohs
30 pack of hoes
No rogaine in the propane flow
The chosen one
I'm the living proof
With the gift of gab
From the city and true
I jabbed and stabbed
And knocked critics backs
And I did not studder when I said that
I'm goin' platnum
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 why

Ohhhhhhhhhhhh