Trucker Anthem Lyrics

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