Oh-e-o ohhhh oh
  Oh-e-o ohhhh oh
  Oh-e-o ohhhh oh
  Oh-e-o ohhhh oh
    Who's in the house?
  Truckerrrrrr
  Who's in the house?
  Truckerrrrrr
  Who's in the house?
  Truckerrrrrr
  Who's in the house?
  Truckerrrrrr
  Who's in the house?
  Truckerrrrrr
  Who's in the house?
    Oh-e-o ohhhh oh
  Oh-e-o ohhhh oh
  Oh-e-o ohhhh oh
  Oh-e-o ohhhh oh
    Singin, hey now people here we come
  Here we come motherfuckers
  Here we, kinny come come
  You know what we do and where we're from
  Detroit baby
  You got 15 seconds to get this seat now
  We're gonna start this show and blow your mind now
  Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhh
    (Who's your Uncle?)
    Uncle Krackerrrrrr
  I'm double wide on the side, in the back of the bus
  I'm your Uncle Kracker sittin' platnum plus
  Double platnum (what?) Tripple platnum (fuck)
  You'd be a calm motherfucker if you add that up.
  Can you back that up?
  Yeah, but what for?
  I got a big brick house with 2 gold doors.
  Was born in that, you need to shut my mouth
  I'm the same motherfucker you been hearin' about
  Kracker went pop?
  Naw, I did the pop bash
  Floatin' through the air waves, pickin' up cash
  I dropped bottom D, people thought i went soft, shit
  I'm still very difficult to fuck with
    Straight outta the sticks of Romeo Michigan
  The early morning stoned motherfucking pimp
  of the God damn nationnnnnnn
  Ye haw motherfuckers lets rock
  With the Kid, that's all, ya dig, ya dont stop
  Got rifs to rock, brought boones to slam
  Now who's the man? Kid Rock God damn
  Back on the scene like a fiend for beats
  Aint slept in weeks
  Got too many freaks
  Seen too many geeks
  Try to 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 you rock
  I'ma rock track, so stop the pop
  Then I'ma master blastin through the aftershock
  I got, dug ditches to burry you bitches
  Who roll the flow and wanna stop the show
  So I'ma roll and flow another encore seven
  From north of Detroit, way south of Heaven
  Heaven, heaven, heaven
  Yeahhhh
  Turn it up, turn it up turn it up
  Ughh Come onnnnn
  Kid 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 known Kid Rock is back
  Yeahhh rollin' with the TBT
  Were gonna rock the house for my man Joe C.
  Yeahh, we wanna start this show, come on
  Come on, yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh