Forever

Ooh, I'm back (back), the fog is lifted

The earth has shifted, and raise the gifted

You knew I'd be back, so pack your bone

And hit the road Jack, because daddy's home

Wit' the funky hot grits, thick like Al Rocker

Pumping out hits, getting chips like Oprah

Bitch I told ya, do not hate

Or question the music I make, ugh

I make punk rock, and I mix it wit' the hip, hop

I get you higher than a tree top

You want to roll wit' the kid rock (yeah)

I make southern rock, and I mix it wit' the hip, hop

Got money like Fort Knox, I'll forever be the kid rock

Forever!

The junkies are, still cigar smoking

Still the same 'cause I ain't change nutting

Huffing, and puffing, I got two rookies

All in check doing the redneck boogie

The king is back, to retract the wack

Re, pack my sack, wit' the double fat back

Forget all that, I'm still singing (yeah)

And like kids on monkey bars I'm still swinging

Thought I got dusty, thought I'd get rusty

Thought I'd get rich and quit, oh he must be

Fat and ugly, broke black and blue

But I'm trim fit, rich and back for round two

Red, white and the Pabst blue ribbon

Dead right, that's how I'm living

Giving you more, that the feuds and fakes

They can't make the kinda music I make, eh, huh

I make punk rock, and I mix it wit' the hip, hop

I get you higher than a tree top

You want to roll wit' the kid rock (yeah)

I make southern rock, and I mix it wit' the hip, hop

Got money like Fort Knox, I'll forever be the kid rock

Forever

The black cat is back, in original form

The legible, credible, inevitable storm

Way past the normal, still misbehaving

Finger in the air and the flag still waving

Don't come, don't test the boss

Because I got this sewn like Betsy Ross

You can floss and front, you can taunt and tease

But you can't fuck wit rhymes like these

Thumping like a drum kit wit' wrists that slit picks

Bumping for the kids who twist, split and sips fifth

I got the gift I'm about to unravel

(Eight ball, side pocket) eight ball in my jacket

Pussy and blow, you know how I live

You can't say that kid, fuck off, I just did

Watch me twirl, the earl, the pearl

Or just keep on kid rocking in the free world

Punk rock, and I mix it wit' the hip, hop

I get you higher than a tree top

You want to roll wit' the kid rock (yeah)

I make southern rock, and I mix it wit' the hip, hop

Got money like Fort Knox, I'll forever be the kid rock

Forever!

Punk rock, forever! Hip, hop, forever!

Tree top, forever! Kid rock! (yeah!)