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Kid Rock - You Never Met a Motherfker Quite Like Me Lyrics
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Kid Rock
Kid Rock
Lead Vocals
Misty Love
Misty Love
Background Vocals
Kenny Olson
Kenny Olson
Rhythm Guitar
Stefanie Eulinberg
Stefanie Eulinberg
Drums
Jimmie Bones
Jimmie Bones
Keyboards
Jeff Grand
Jeff Grand
Solo
Andy Sutton
Andy Sutton
Spoken Word
Shirley Hayden
Shirley Hayden
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Allen Collins
Allen Collins
Songwriter
Robert J. Ritchie
Robert J. Ritchie
Songwriter
Ronnie Van Zant
Ronnie Van Zant
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kid Rock
Kid Rock
Producer
Al Sutton
Al Sutton
Mixing Engineer
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

I've been on the cover of the Rolling Stone I met the President when I was half stoned I've been so high, I've gotten confused I've been beat down, broke and used, motherfucker I drank with Hank, talked blues with Billy Rocked with Run, sang with Shotgun Willy Went from small time Philly to big time Bobby From three day old chili to sake with wasabi I'm home, hey, I'm home You never met a motherfucker quite like me No, not like m Like me Hey, like me No more being poured drink specials at Winners Or being ignored by the think straight sinners I used to smoke pinners while my moms made dinner Now I smoke bombs and rock with Lynyrd Skynyrd No beginners here, I'm a seasoned vet Educated on jazz by my man Ahmet Ertegun my friend, I've been to the world and back But I'm a Michigan boy, can you feel that? And I'm home You never met a motherfucker quite like me No, not like me Goddamn, like me Hey, hey, like me Never thought I'd go as far in life as this Never made par and I could give two shits Never wanted to sell cars 'cause my dad was a dick Never wanted a guitar 'til I heard a lick like this And from the depths of Dixie to my northern spots You know it's time to rock when old glory drops I pimp through town with the top let back Black hat, fine blond cold pabst in my lap I'll adapt to any and all situations That's why they call me the pimp of the nation Hey, bitch, you best believe I live in the woods not your world of greed Might -, a little weed, might -, a little yeah I'm so proud to be livin' in the U.S.A. You never met a motherfucker quite like me Hey, hey, like me Like me Hey, hey, hey like me You ain't never met, and you ain't never gonna meet You never met a, never met a, never, never, never Never met a motherfucker quite like me You ain't never met a mother like me Hey, you ain't never, never, never, never, never met someone like me (Hey, hey) Never met like me (hey, hey, hey dude hey) Never met a mother like me (Come on, hey) And you never, and you never gonna, never gonna meet (Hey, come on already) You never met (Stop!) Hey What? Dude, there's more to life than just you
Writer(s): Robert Ritchie, Allen Collins, Ron Van Zant Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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