Testo Ya' keep on Kid Rock

Ya' keep on

Pass that dang coat boy Im back
My name aint jack tripper, but Im a day tripper
So watch me whip another funky rhyme
East side swingin with the boones wine
Gettin mine, just like Im supposed to
And if you fuck with the rock, Ill roast you
A little toast to the real emcees
Aint no love for the wanna bes
So, hey ho dont call me joe
Cause the joes I know, cant even flow
I can battle rap, and all that other crap
So if ya dont want none, better step to the back
Im from the motherfuckin ole school
Basement partys and the klem fool
Talkin that trash, I wish you would
Come step to rock, its all good

Ya keep on, ya keep on
Ya keep on, ya keep on

Now its the marlboro smokin, fine hoe pokin
Kind bud, be the buds Im tokin
Hittin you straight with the fresh shit
Wid western funk, and Im the best biatch
The k to the I to the chrome ds
Im the grand marquees sippin o-e
Pimpin rock, its my name, my game
Servin you hoes like it aint no thing
Like a kid when I rap, rock when Im singin
I dont care who comes, but what the fuck you bringin
Shit, one time, one rhyme
Cause Im that motherfuckin ill one, with a steel dick
Hittin you hoes with the real shit

Ya keep on, ya keep on
Ya keep on, ya keep on

Now if you dont know hoe, Im the man in the dark
I got more ripps than stanly clark
Or george clint, shoot, Im the kid with the funky loot
So if ya want some, get some
If ya need some, heres some
If ya dont just step to the rear son
Im commin with the quickness
If you dis this biatch, youll wind up on my hit list
Ill put a bounty on your head
Mclough county (? ) bitch, aint a good place to wind up dead
Cause Im a real relevent, elevent, type menace
But it aint rocky dennis
Watch me bang this rhyme in half
Im like moses, with the mic. as my staph
Layin down them 10 comandments
Tho shall not dis the rock God damnit

Ya keep on, ya keep on
Ya keep on, ya keep on
Ya keep on, ya keep on
Ya keep on, ya keep on