Is That You? Lyrics

Is That You? lyrics

Violent J Violent J is that you? 

 I'm on the microphone so what'cha wanna do? 

 Violent J Violent J is that you? 

 A wicked wicked clown painted just for you 

 I drink Faygo it's only a buck ten 

 I'm a pour it on your tits when we fucking 

 Cuz I'm with that kinky shit hoe 

 I can see you butt naked in your window 

 Shimmy up the house side dash 

 Now I'm gonna press my nuts on the glass 

 Let me in, hoe, don't ya know 

 I'm Violent J of the ICP, yo I got me a checklins cashing 

 If I could spend it with the hoes I'm crashing 

 But don't get all geek slut 

 Cuz I'm a buy ya some lava to wash your butt 

 What's this clown shit about? 

 A knife to your neck and your throats hanging out 

 With a do-me-ray 

 Now it's about time I say 

 

 Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you? 

 Yeah, let me tell ya what I wanna do 

 Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you? Yo, Nate, Yo, Nate Woohoo!!! 

 Frontin', they frontin', everybody's frontin' 

 Violent Violent J is gonna tell ya something 

 

 If ya know a bitch who got grits 

 Kid Rock, Kid Rock will probably eat that shit 

 Boohoo motherfucker what'cha cry for 

 I'm that nigga that your bitch would die for 

 The whore showed up at my front door 

 So I fucked her in the ass and I threw her out the back door 

 The bitch thought it was a cake drive 

 She said drive me to the city, so I dropped her off at lakeside 

 You driving me home, well I meant ta 

 But plans have changed so get your ass on the centaur 

 Hoe, this ain't no taxi I be mackin' hoes, they don't mack me 

 Never slacking, hoes I be macking 

 Kid Rock, Kid Rock Never slacking, hoes I be macking 

 

 Violent J serving ghetto hard street shit 

 The funk, the funk from the old days 

 Violent J serving ghetto hard street shit 

 The funk from the old days 

 

 Well, I'm up for the shot in a minute 

 Show me a valley, I might yodek in it 

 Like somebody else I know I been to Mount Plen 

 as I've been to Romeomeomeo 

 Wicked clowns gonna flow for ya son 

 Three for the treble, eight for the drum 

 Five for the homies that I run with 

 Bitch call your mother cause you're done with 

 Toe tip-toe, I snuck in your house 

 And fell asleep butt-naked on the front couch 

 So, excuse me, pops, I'm napping 

 So could ya shut the fuck up with that yapping 

 And your wife's all worked up for nothing 

 She act like she ain't never seen a wang or something 

 Cuz it really don't matter I'm a show my nuts to innocent bystander 

 Every fucking day 

 Cuz it's about time I say 

 

 Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you? 

 Yeah, let me tell you what I wanna do 

 Kid Rock, Kid Rock, is that you? 

 I just said it was motherfucker 

 

 Skinny dipping in the pool, you know I drown hoes 

 Fuck them doggie style and play that ass like a bongo 

 Hit it, hit hi-hit it 

 Hitting homerums and never wimp, ho 

 Smoke my dick like it's a big spliff 

 This ain't a blooper and I'm no joker 

 But I can shoot a nut 50 foot like a super soaker 

 But I won't pull it out for a cheap joke 

 Instead I play John Holmes in a sequel to Deep Throat 

 Taste the nut in your mouth, just to school ya 

 But ho, don't let the smooth taste fool ya 

 Don't let the smooth taste fool ya...