American Bad *** - Lyrics - Undertaker
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Yeah! and I've set up and turned out this state
With my own two hands
We've traveled this land packed tight in minivans
And all this for the fans, girls, money, and fame
I play their game, and then they scream my name
I will show no shame, I live and die for this
If I come off soft, then chew on this....
Are you scared?
Devil without cause, and I'm back
With the Beaver hat and Ben Davis slacks
30-pack of Stroh's, 30-pack of hoes
No rogaine in the propane flows
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 goin platinum...sellin rhymes
I went platinum..seven times
And still they ill they wanna see us fry
I guess because of only God knows why..why..why
Ohhhhh..they call me cowboy, I'm the singer in black
Throw a finger in the air, let me see where you're at
And Say HEY HEY
Let me hear where you're at and Say HEY HEY
I'm giving back so Say HEY HEY
Show me some metal and Say HEY HEY HEY HEY
I like AC/DC and ZZ Top, Bocephus, Beasties, and the Kings of Rock
Skynyrd, Seger, Limp, Korn, the Stones, David Allen
Coe with No Show Jones
Yeah! Pass that bottle around
Got the rock from Detroit and soul from Motown
The underground *** *** ***
With tracks that mack and slap back the whack
Never get in the way, I don't play with with that
But watch me rock where Liberace flashed
Punk rock the Clash, Boy Bands are trash
I like Johnny Cash and Grandmaster Flash
Ohhhhh..they call me cowboy, I'm the singer in black
Throw a finger in the air, let me see where you're at
And Say HEY HEY
Let me hear where you're at and Say HEY HEY
I'm giving back so Say HEY HEY
Show me some metal and Say HEY HEY HEY HEY
Yeah...I saw your band...
Jumping around on stage like a bunch of wounded ducks
When you gunna learn sucker?
You just can't *** with Twisted BBBBBBrown
Truckkkkkeeeeerrrr
I'm an American Bad ***
Watch me kick, you can roll with Rock
Or you can suck my ***
I'm a *** flick, I'm like Amazing Grace
I'm gunna *** some hoes after I rock this place
Superfly living doublewide
Side car on my Glide so Joe C can ride
*** sack to share, bringing flash and glare
Got the long hair swinging, middle finger in the air
Snake skin suits, 65 Chevelle
See me ridin in sin in the rebel yell
I won't live to tell, so if you do
Give the next generation a big *** YOU
Who knew I'd blow up like Oaklahoma
Said *** high school, pissed on my diploma
Smell the aroma, Check my hits
I know it stinks in here, cause I'm the ***
Ohhhhh..they call me cowboy, I'm the singer in black
Throw a finger in the air, let me see where you're at
And Say HEY HEY
Let me hear where you're at and Say HEY HEY
I'm giving back so Say HEY HEY
Show me some metal and Say HEY HEY HEY HEY
I'm a cowboy, Bad *** in black singing 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 by Singin HEY HEY HEY HEY
Kid Rocks in the house and that's where I'm at!
