Trucker Anthem

Who's in the house? Trucker

Who's in the house? Trucker

Who's in the house? Trucker

Who's in the house? Trucker

Who's in the house? Trucker

Who's in the house?

(Singin' hey now, people, here we come)

Here we come, motherfuckers, here we kitty come, come

(you know what we do an where we're from) Detroit, baby

You got fifteen seconds to get to your seat now, ah, yeah

(We're gonna start this show and blow your minds now, yeah) Yeah

Your double wide on the side in the back of the bus

I'm your Uncle Kracker, sittin' platinum plus

Double platinum (What?), triple platinum (Fuck)

You'd be accountant, motherfucker, if you add that up

(Can you back that up?) Yeah, but what for?

I got a big brick house with two gold doors

What's more than that, you need to shut my mouth

I'm the same motherfucker you been hearin' about

(Kracker went pop) No, I did the pop dash

Floatin' through the airwaves, pickin' up cash

I dropped Follow Me and people thought I went soft, shit

I'm still very difficult to fuck with

Straight out of the sticks of Romeo Michigan

The early mornin' stoned, motherfuckin' pimp of the goddamn nation

Yee-haw, motherfuckers, let's rock

With the Kid, yes y'all, you dig? It don't stop

Got riffs to rock, brought booze to slam

Now who's the man? (Kid Rock, goddamn)

Back on the scene like a fiend for beats

Ain't slept in weeks, got too many freaks

Seen too many geeks tryna rock the rap

So I'm back with heat to unseat the wack

I'ma unpack and set up shop

I'ma step back and watch ya rock

I'ma bomb tracks to stop the pop

Then I'ma master blast it through the aftershock

I got dug ditches to bury you bitches

Who whoa the flow and wanna stop the show

So I'ma roll and throw another on point seven

From north of Detroit, way south of Heaven, yeah

Turn it up, uh, come on

Rock, motherfucker, with the TBT

Rollin' through your city like the General Lee

You wanna fuck with me, don't test the odds

'Cause your arms are too short to box with God

But if ya send me your address, I'll swing by

Call up your friends, I'll get your whole fuckin' crew high

Say bye, bye, bye to the wack

And let it be know Kid Rock is back

Yeah, rollin' with the TBT

We're gonna rock the house for my man, Joe C

Yeah, we're gonna start this show, come on

Come on, come on, yeah