Working class?
Let us listen to the working man narrative Kod Rock is sellin, shall we?
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… Well, I'm packin up my game and I'ma head out west
Where real women come equipped wit' scripts and fake breasts
Find a nest in the hills, chill like flynt
Buy an old drop-top, find a spot to pimp
… Then I'ma Kid Rock-it up and down ya' block
With a bottle of scotch and watch lotsa crotch
Buy a yacht with a flag sayin' "chillin' the most"
Then rock that bitch up and down the coast
It goes - Like dust in the wind
(Stoned pimp, stoned brew, stoned out of my mind)
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Which part of the working mans day does one have to f**k up the sherrifs town, and his rape his wife?
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Rollin' sunset women with a bootle of becks
See a slimy in a 'Vette, roll down my glass
And said "yeah this dick fits right in yo' ass"
No kiddin', gun slingin', spurs hittin' the floor
Call me hoss, I'm the boss, with the sauce, and the horse
No remorse for the sheriff and his eye ain't right
I'ma paint his town red then paint his wife white, uh!
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Ah yes, he sounds like the average working man, NOT.
