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[Verse 1] [Em] You knew that I was coming 'cause you heard my name But you don't [D]know my game [G]and never felt my pain Can't [A]read my brain but you read my lips And got [Em]scared when you heard that I was coming with hits Now don't even trip, be a man instead Give [D]thanks I'm alive when I should be dead [G]Uh,[A] I'm in the red cause my mind's distortin' People [Em]claimin' that they know me, but they only know a portion I'ma move mountains and touch the sun Don't get scared now, [G]you knew this day would come So hold your bid[Bb]s, all bets are closed And [G]fuck all you [D]hoes [G]'Cause it'[Em]s been [Verse 2] a long time comin' but I finally broke [G]Like an [Em]egg yolk, I ain't no joke [G]Like some uncut [Em]dope motherfucker, Kid Rock's to blame [G]Same gam[Em]e, same name, ain't a [A]damn thing [G]changed [Em]No sell-out, I I ain't no ho[G], fuck the radio[Em], comin' from the R-O-M-E-O Watch [G]Watch [Em]Watch Watch Watch me throw like a fist of rage [G]Self-made and[Em] and paid and sold [A]off twelve [Em]gauges Up that [A]ass for the [Em]nine-eight, nine-eight Never Never Never fake, shake, straight from the Great Lakes Seven [G]years on wax [Em]comin' correct Flat-out, you you diss me punk, that's when I pull the [D]strap out And [G]I get to buck-buck-bucking, I'm [Em]I'm I'm fuck-fuck-fucking your your your hoes Cause they know who's runnin' this shit, Top-Dog [G]I'm [Em]I'm the CEO Role model, your mother-fucking H-E-R-O [D]My [Em]My My My My motto, "be cool, keep pimpin'" Don't sleep, we roll [G]deep in a Lincoln [Em]Four Vogues on a hundred spokes We bust Biltmore Beavers in Top [G]Dog coats We [Em]float like butterflies, sting like [G]queen bees [Em]Strapped with AKs straight from the [G]Chinese [Em]What the fuck's goin' on in the D [G]Bunch of white boys pim[Em]pin' like the K-I-D And And And it's all good, I got love for my [G]honkeys [Em]We roll thick, kick ass like d[G]onkeys Anybody [Em]fucks with [A]you and I'm gonna [G]mack 'em [Verse 3] [Em]Devil without a cause, I'm going [D]platinum [Em]I'm going [G]platinum, [Em]I'm going plat[G]inum[Em] I'm going [G]platinum, devil without a cause, I'm going [Em]platinum [Interlude 1] [G][Em][G] [Em][G][Em][G] [Verse 4] Yeah, we [Em]come to party, so get down everybody (come on) Yeah, we come to [D]party [Em]I went from [Verse 5] St. Claire shores and drink specials at [G]Winners To [Em]New York City and seven hundred-dollar dinners [G]dinners From [Em]hangin' with sinners and secondhand cheap sex [G]To gettin' [Em]much respect from top [A]record exec[G]s The [Em]cool Kid's claimin' up to call you out [G]So shu[Em]t up now or put my balls in your [G]mouth [Em]Bet that ass, hoss, I ain't forgot [G]When I was [Em]tossed in the dime bin and left to rot Used to call me [A]funny when my [Em]nose was fucking runny Now my fuckin' bunnies gettin' fuckin' Matchbox 20 money Motherfuckers want to claim they're down But when I was broke and down I never seen 'em around All the [G]shit [Em]we talked, all the shit we dreamed I did it without you, I got a brand new team No triple [A]beams, it [Em]seems like a movie Bought two cribs, drop-top, an[G]d and jacuzzi [G#]No m[Em]ore floozies, only high-class hoes A couple when it rains and a few when it snows A [G#]brand [D#]new nose to go [Em]along with my habit And a garden hose [G]made out of twenty-four karat [Em]karat Bought a couple parots that like to squak [G]And they sou[Em]nd like you and all the shit you talk [G]Step insid[Em]e my shoes, you couldn't fill em' doc [G]You're too [Em]old to kid, too soft [D]to rock [Em]I already did what most love to shout Seven years on wax and I still ain't sold out And there ain't no doubt in my mind That I'm gonna stomp all over your test of time [Verse 6] I'm going [Em]platinum, I'm going [G]platinum[Em] [D]Oh, I'm[Em] going plat[G]inum, [Em]we're going plat[G]inum Devil without a cause, I'm going [Em]platinum [G]Devil, [Em]dev i[G]l, dev[Em]il, d[G]evil [Em][G][Em] [Verse 7] Straight out of the streets of Taylor Three-foot high, high, [D]rea[Em]dy to[D#] get fly[Bb][Em] Joe [A]C [Verse 8] I'm the [A]J-O-E to to to the [G]C, ho [Em]Call me Joe C, [D]got more game [Em]than [D]Coleco I'm a freak, ho, [Em]call me sick Three-foot-nine with [A]with with a [Em]ten-foot dick dick The ladies' pick, I'm a crazy [G]hick And [Em]rake through kind like a bum through [G]wine [Em]It's my time so I'm gonna shine [G]like glass [Em]Old as piss, but small as [G]ass [Em]Watch me cash, smoke [G]some hash You're [Em]raking grass while I'm raking [G]cash [Em]High-ass voice, voice, like Aaron [G]Neville And I'm down with The Devil Say [Em]we like to party, rock the [G]party [Em](We like to party, rock [G]the [Em]party) We like to party, rock the [G]party [Em](We like to party, rock the [G]part[Em]y) You like to party, rock [D]the [G]party [Em](We like to party, rock [G]the [Em]party) You like to party, rock the [G]party Devil without a cause, I'm going [Em]platinum [Outro 1] [G] [Em][G] [Em][D][Em][G][Em] [G][Em][G][Em] [G][Em][G] [Em]
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