Stone Sour Through Glass - Ultimate Rock Gaming

Stone Sour Through Glass - Ultimate Rock Gaming Lyrics

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 ya here me yaaaawwwwn
Just drop that top
Come on, girl
Hey hey hey
Well well well well
Hey hey hey
Well well well well, well
Come on, girl, Yeeeaaahhh
And I be catchin them northern pike
Like on a ten pound test
Posess, 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
Whack MC killin, the fine hoe 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, Uh
Radio won't play me
But still I got the kids around the world goin Kid Rock crazyin
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 aint's no bitch
Ah, yes you are hoe
So quit frontin like y'all don't know
When I step straight into the party with my homeboy Tino
What's up?
So get a good look bro, get a good gander
I'm made in Detroit, but my name aint Stanzler
Spreadin' like a cancer, a virus
While you're lookin really gay like fuckin Billy Ray Cyrus
I'm the highest MC 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 O-G bitch
I'm the motherfuckin Early Mornin Stoned Pimp
Say what?
One time for you
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
Now I'm the self made mack on a mountain on Mars
Got the money green, cut it with the high roll gloss
A Lincoln Continental and a Grand Marquis
Rag top, drop down, rollin on chrome D's biatch
The purple furs and the gold trim glasses
I only bust the fat asses
And I don't be givin a fuck who da hell can rap better than me
Cause I'm a true fuckin' player and I 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 ah, 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 ahhh, biatch, shit
I'm the Early Morning Stoned Pimp
Hahaha
Hey hey hey
Come on yo
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
[Joe C]
I'm Joe C bitch
Let me get them digits
I might be a little small hoe
But I ain't no God damn midget
So stick it up your ass where the sun don't shine
I'm vertically challenged, your 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 on like all night long
Till the break of dawn
Till the early morn
I'm a thorn in your side
Can you feel me stickin
Eighty pills a day bitch, I ain't bullshittin
So groove baby groove baby call your momma
I'm like Charlie Hooker girl
I got the boogie drama
With the boogie drama, what
With the boogie drama, yeah
With the boogie drama, oh yeah
Ridin around the neighborhood
Me and Kid Rock were up to no good
With the boogie drama, yeah
With your leather miniskirt and we got some wine
Playin the radio, ya look so fine
With the boogie drama, yeah
Well, Well, Well, boogie drama, oh baby
Let's get funky, that's my job
With the boogie drama, oh yeah
Punchin nine to five, seven times, times twenty-four, times twelve
With the boogie drama, oh yeah
Day in and day out
With the boogie drama, oh yeah
Let's get funky
Come on everybody
Well, with the boogie drama
With the boogie drama