Lay it on me 
King Cowboy baby, you know my credits 
Don't ask if it's true, fuck it I said it 
Regret it? (Never) Pimpin'? (Forever) 
Pull more hoe's than the free cash levers 
So you better never, question the cleaver, cleaver 
I sever whatever, forget her, and turn 'em redder than ever 
You better wet her, and leave her makin' her miss me 
Cause that's how we do it up in Detroit city 

71 super charged big block hemmy 
Ya eldavarge, I'm livin' more like Lemmy 
B-B-B-B-B Benny and the jet's is hot 
But you aint never met a motherfucker like Kid Rock 
And Twisted Brown Truckers like a loaded gun 
We're the band that other bands run from 
Doin' the backstage boogie is where you'll find me 
If you want some of that flash a pass, come back and 
lay it on me 

Lay it on me 
Baby you got 
Lay it on me 
Uhh..just lay it on me 
Lay it on me 
Lay it on me 

Now, people always say I aint livin' right 
But it aint my fault you misplaced your light 
Replaced your wife with some 2 bit missy 
Now she's gettin' fucked up in Detroit city 
Kickin' with the hippies, bikers, thugs 
Hit me with a micky, fast women and drugs 
1 love, for 2 minutes a 3rd minute I'm gone 
Wake me up to eat around the crack of dawn 
I'm makin' pancakes baby if ya crack the eggs 
You'll feel the hours torn later when you spread your legs 
No need to bag, and don't trail behind me 
Just step up front a little lady and 
Lay it on me 

Lay it on me 
Baby you got 
Lay it on me 
Uhh uhh uhh uhh..just lay it on me 
Lay it on me 
Lay it on me 
Hey, hey, hey 

(talkbox)Here we go, lets, lets jam. 
We're comin', we're comin', we're comin' 
Live from Detroit it's Saturday night 
Got the funky fresh rhyme no beat to bite 
And to ya'll hee haws who thought I'd never rank 
I'm goin' hahahahaha all the way to the bank bitch 
I got rich off a keepin' it real 
While you radioheads are reinventin' the wheel 
Got critics all trippin' off I don't know what 
While I'm sippin' king louie not givin' a fuck 
Trash me in the news, give me wack reviews 
But you'll never find another who can fill my shoes 
Who can roll the blues, who can rock the rap 
Who can rock, who can roll, who can flow like that 
Uhh black rim and a pocket full of phone numbers 
From Pam Anderson to Suzanne Summers 
Understand I want peace like Gandi 
But until that day I'ma walk this way so 

Lay it on me 
I'm talkin' all night long 
Lay it on me 
Like a bang a gong 
Lay it on me 
With AC/DC on 
From hells bells to the next 9 songs 
Lay it on me 
I can love you like that 
Lay it on me 
I'd rather fuck to Foghat 
Lay it on me 
Yeah I can make you shake 
Slow ride it baby through the piano break 
Come on, come on, come on 
So step up front little lady 
Lay it on me 
Got to lay it on 
Lay it on me 
Yeahhhhhhhh yeahhhhhhh 
Ohhhhhh lat it on me 
You gotta 1, 2, 3 give it up 
Lay it on me