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and simple) 
Write it in your book, kid 
Dear, dear diary...check it out 

Yo Rob Swift! (Rob Swift gets business) x4 

All you got to do is just set it 
Better
trip,
The music's for the sad man,

Forever young,
I wanna be forever young
Do you really want to live forever?
Forever and ever
Forever young I wanna be
a short trip,
The music's for the sad man,

Forever young,
I wanna be forever young
Do you really want to live forever?
Forever and ever
Forever
What is, the one, main thing that you have
That you would want people to remember you by?
Or not one but the, those things that are dear to you
That
to keep motherfuckers from trippin
Now punks want to run up pokin
With a nine double-M, is you jokin?
Cause I'm packin - a HK-91 son
308's is what I run
thoroughbreds, duckin the feds

Yo, my ice look fly up on the keyboard son
Niggas ran up on me law, praising what we do by the lords
That's right, exile
[Chorus]
 
You know what this is 
Yeah kid, give up your riches 
Vicious, visions is not for motion pictures 
Unstoppable, rollin' witcha sickest clique
Do what you have to
I do what I had to
To break through a pick a style that sticks like glue
And as I rank I want to thank no one

'Cause I
now you want to cuss too
>From Hi-top fades to jhericurl juice
Watch Marquis y'all, as I get loose!

Chorus

Verse 3:  Fresh Kid Ice
Get on up, let me
Smoke a hoe smoke a hoe smoke two smoke a few
Got my motherfuckin' crew now what you want to do?
B.U.S.H.W.I.C.K. blowin' niggas away
Doin' this type
(3rd verse) 
You know what this is 
Yeah kid, give up your riches 
Vicious, visions is not for motion pictures 
Unstoppable, rollin' witcha sickest
A little bit better than dopest
A brand new kid in showbiz
With knowledge I persevere
But now do me a favor, lend me an ear

And we can find
and let your mind be free
And by the way welcome to the party

Uh uh excuse me Mr. Kid Rock (what's up?) can I do my thing
Uh, can I have a little something
I keep it real pack steel like my man Y.G
When a fool try to play me wet 'em up then I'm Swayze
You must be crazy kid
Man I never did forever wildin'
on a solo
Props for killin cops I'm hellbound
I'm on a motherfuckin mission, I'm goin at it
You want a freestyle kid I'm wilder than the penile
Back up
And still gettin' paid, so watch me get bigger 
Brand new, on the scene with my nigga Luke 
>From the bottom, niggas, so what you want to do? 

[Chorus:]
With another verse of lyrics that'll fitcha
The words are cunning, stunning enough to pierce
But if you want to get fierce (do what?) smoke this one
evening to the break of day
So step this way and let your mind be free
And by the way welcome to the party

Uh uh excuse me Mr. Kid Rock can I do my
evening to the break of day
So step this way and let your mind be free
And by the way welcome to the party

Uh uh excuse me Mr. Kid Rock can I do my
that do you 
The suckas that got the player hater venom
I want to take 'em outside and lay some slugs up in em

[King T]
When they need work
They
the one who expose cornball rappers with the quickness 
Uhh  who bum from and who balls you hung from 
Wouldn't give a fuck what part of the country you
much ?cause half of what he saw
Was so far from that place you want to be
That words only fucked it up more follow me
Are you starting to gather what I'm
Ursula, where you at?
Aiyyo Dan, where you at?
Yo, nobody in here but me and Taj
July 23rd, watch me do it

Now, I flips like a stack
me set it off for (You! You! You!)
Always keep it raw for (You! You! You!)
Rock it to the core for (You! You! You!)
Yo! What you want? Yo! (You! You
give a fuck motherfucker

Roll through, trust no chicken
Tigh kids are tellin' me what's ammunition 
Buck, buck ammunition baby
You let me slow