Don't you hit that defenseless child
What gives you that empty right
Carry that for the rest of your life
Carry that for the rest of time
Did they hold you down oh yeah
Did they push you around oh yeah
Burning in the black sun
Like a jackle on the run
Burning in the black sun
Burning up in the black sun oh yeah
Rotten apples every one
Look at them
Look at them run
Guilty now for what they have done
Did they hold you down oh yeah
Did they push you around oh yeah
Burning in the black sun
Like a dog on the run
Burning in the black sun
Well the time has finally come oh yeah
Black sun
Like a jackel on the run oh yeah
Burning in the black, the black sun
Caught their vien,you've gone insane
You've lost your mind,you're not my kind
I hate your soul, you kill my fun
You did no good, you better run
Gonna get you down, gonna put you down
Gonna stick you in the ground
Gonna stick you in the ground
Gonna make you oh gonna make you whoa
Burnin in the black sun black sun
Burnin in the black sun
Don't you hit that defenseless child
What gives you that empty right
Burning in the black sun black sun
Like a dog on the run
Black sun
Yeah you were a bully
The universal bullies
Who's laughing at you now
Who's laughing at you now
You ain't got no hold on me
You ain't got no piece of me
You are lost in your own mind yes you are you're declining in
Oh yeah black sun
Black sunWhat's my name?
Kiiiidddd, Rock Rock
Kiiiidddd, Rock Rock
Kiiiidddd, Rock Rock
Kiiiidddd, Rock Rock
What's my name?
Kiiiidddd, Rock Rock
Kiiiidddd, Rock Rock
Kiiiidddd, Rock Rock
Kiiiidddd, Rock Rock
What's my name?
Kiiiidddd, Rock Rock
Kiiiidddd, Rock Rock
Kiiiidddd, Rock Rock
Kiiiidddd, Rock Rock
Ahhhhhhh
I'm here and it's clear, I'm gonna flow so yo black
Just get on up or yo get the bozak
Cause it ain't Kojak or Dr. Suess
It's the kid mother fucker and I'm gonna get loose
Cause I got the juice to spruce and get nice and
So enticing, strong like a bison
Ruff like brandy and no one knows
That I got more riffs than Randy Rhoads
Smash, slash and when I thrash I bash
I get ill, I chill, but you don't know the half
I trip I rip and though I think I'm slick
I'm nothin but a funky country hick
But I still get down with a sound that pumps
And you can hear me from the trucks and the trunks that bump
Never been questioned by the F.B.I
Although I've tried every method just to get high
L.S.D. is what I'm trippin on
And O.E. bitch is what I'm sippin on
A big fat booty's what I'm grippin on
But for now I'm gonna rock and keep rippin on
Down to the muther fuckin A.M.
As I co bump and jump and keep the crowd in mayhem
No brain no pain...Now c'mon yall and tell me what's my name
Kid Rock Rock
Kid Rock Rock
Come On, Come On
What's My Name
Kid Rock Rock
Kid Rock Rock
Sing that shit
Kid Rock Rock
Kid Rock Rock
Uhh I said what's my name?
Kid Rock Rock
Kid Rock Rock
Now break it down like this
3 sheets 2 the wind is the state I'm in
Half off the wagon with my feet draggin
Taggin hoes gettin lots of trim
Gettin jocks and props for all the spots I rock
I'm true I'm blue like Captain Kangaroo
And for the few who knew yo I'm a bang for you
Because the Kid Rock ain't no bitch yo
And I ain't