Kid Rock, Monster Truck — Don’t Tell Me How To Live
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Fuck all you hoes
Detroit till I die motherfucker
Talkin’ all that bullshit
Ain’t nobody gonna tell me how to live
I’m a moonshine sipper straight slippin’ in the darkness
Far from heartless I’m more like the sharpest
Tool in the shed no I’ve never been the smartest
But make no mistake I hit the fucking hardest
Devil without a cause you heard me scream it
And twenty years later bitch I still fucking mean it
Bucka, Bucka you ain’t never met a motherfucker like this
Kiss my ass then you can suck a dick sideways
My way or the highway, listen up
Ain’t nothing changed here, I still don’t give a fuck
So what the fucks up with all the backlash
You snowflakes, here’s a news flash
Ain’t nobody gonna tell me how to live
Years ago, we all thought it was a joke to see
That every kid got a motherfuckin’ trophy
But yo homie, here’s the situation
A nation of pussies is our next generation
And these minions and their agendas
Every opinion has a millennial offended
But this amendment one it rings true
And if you don’t dissent bitch, then see number two
Ain’t nothin’ new right church wrong pew
Get a clue, a crew, your fake news and views
Can all get the bottom of my motherfuckin’ shoe?
I’m the last of a few still screamin’ fuck you
Ain’t nobody gonna tell me how to live
Ain’t nobody gonna tell me how to live
Oh, I’m gonna soar like an eagle
My wings will carry me away
I got the heart of a lion
I get stronger everyday
You’ll never tell me shit
You’ll never flip my script
Because I’m more outrageous than the Vegas strip
You’re like Mayberry bitch I’m hard and crisp
High risk hillbilly, but I’m filthy rich
You’re like Milly Vanilla kinda silly and shit
I’m like shotgun Willie smokin’ Phillies and shit
I’m like Reverend Run or David Lee Roth
Like Springsteen bitch, I’m the mother fuckin’ boss
James Dean shit I’m more like Brad Pitt
A little less pretty, but I slang more dick
I twang more riffs, I slide thru grass
I rip more lines than a 10lb, bass
Pass the Mic, I’m like sloe gin fizz
It ain’t nobody, it ain’t nobody
Ain’t nobody gonna tell me how to live
