Bad Mother F*cker (Explicit) - mgk/Kid Rock

Lyrics by：Colson Baker/Robert Ritchie/Earl Johnson, Jr.

Composed by：Colson Baker/Robert Ritchie/Earl Johnson, Jr.

When the line froze what did I see

A bad mother ****er standing next to me

With his eyes closed told he can't see

Tryna follow orders just gone and be free

Be free like a bird so today I'ma fly

Bad bad mother****er 'til the day I die

Be free like a bird so today I'ma fly

Bad bad mother****er 'til the day I die

Yeah bad bad

Mother ****er

'Til the day

I die

I'm a Bad Brains Bruce Wayne in the fast lane

Couple Js in the ash tray style mother****er

Tattoo'd back man see the rap name

Take a bath in the champagne wild mother****er

Straight from the block dawg

Ducking shots walking to the store

Dollar for a Black and Mild mother****er

Blew up as a rockstar so I'm top floor

Throwing drinks on a cop car foul mother****er

The only number calling up my phone

Is from my dealer

Swear that dude won't leave me alone

'Cause he know when I pick up

I'ma cop a couple zones

And my girl know I ain't ****in'

'Til she roll me up a cone

I be keeping freaks in the home yeah

Apollonia

Gold teeth like the Nolia

Keep 'em on yeah

I be rolling stoned yeah

I should be on the cover with my middle finger

Screaming I'm a bad mother****er

When the line froze what did I see

A bad mother ****er standing next to me

With his eyes closed told he can't see

Tryna follow orders just gone and be free

Be free like a bird so today I'ma fly

Bad bad mother****er 'til the day I die

Be free like a bird so today I'ma fly

Bad bad mother****er 'til the day I die

Yeah bad bad

Mother ****er

'Til the day

I die

Kid Rock that's a bad mother****er

Young Kells that's a bad mother****er

Oh ****

Detroit y'all some bad mother****ers

Cleveland y'all some bad mother****ers

Okay I'm reaching in my pocket

Got a condom and a hundred dollar bill uh

I can snort a rock or

I can spend it on a pill uh

I be with some models

That just flew in from Brazil

And they give me p***y 3 hundred 65 days a year *****

I'm the type to never go to sleep

I'm the type to break

A couple mother****ers teeth

I'm the type to drop

A hit of acid on the beach

And fly to Baltimore and scream

**** the police

Do not get it twisted this is not an image

There are legends told

About the nights I'm in the buildings

It is not a question whether

Or not I'm the trillest

Every ***** is pressing me

To get some cum on their acrylics

1 point 5 million for my record

Deal and now I got the feeling

I could finally give a ****

About my parents marriage healing **** 'em

I'ma buy some mirrors

Just to put them on the ceiling

So when I wake up

I see the realest mother****er breathing

Be free like a bird so today I'ma fly

Bad bad mother****er 'til the day I die

Be free like a bird so today I'ma fly

Bad bad mother****er 'til the day I die

Yeah bad bad

Mother ****er

'Til the day

I die

Yeah

Bad mother****er 'til the day I die

Bad bad bad mother****er

Bad bad bad mother****er

Bad

Bad

Bad

Bad

Bad

Bad

Bad

Bad

Bad

Bad mother****er 'til the day I die

Yeah bad bad

Mother ****er

'Til the day

I die