The Brothers of Destruction

Are you scared?

He's here



Ohhhhh

They call me cowboy, I'm the singer in black

Throw a finger in the air, let me see where you're at

And say (Hey, hey)

Let me hear where you're at and say (Hey, hey)

I'm giving it back so say (Hey, hey)

Show me some metal and say (Hey, hey, hey, hey)



I'm a cowboy, bad ass in black singing

(Hey, hey, hey, hey)

From side to side, from front to back Say

(Hey, hey, hey, hey)

I put Detroit City back on the map by singin'

(Hey, hey, hey, hey)

Kid Rock's in the house and that's where I'm at!



Devil without cause, and I'm back

With the beaver hats and Ben Davis slacks

30-pack of Stroh's, 30-pack of hoes

No rogaine in the propane flows

Chosen one, I'm the living proof

With the gift of gab from the city of truth

I jabbed and stabbed and knocked critics back

And I did not stutter when I said that

I'm goin platinum sellin' rhymes

I went platinum seven times

And still they ill they wanna see us fry

I guess because of only God knows why

Why why why why



Ohhhhh

They call me cowboy, I'm the singer in black

Throw a finger in the air, let me see where you're at

And say (Hey, hey)

Let me hear where you're at and say (Hey, hey)

I'm giving it back so say (Hey, hey)

Show me some metal and say (Hey, hey, hey, hey)

(Fuck all y'all)



I like AC/DC and ZZ Top

Bocephus, Beasties, and the Kings of Rock

Skynyrd, Seger, Limp, Korn, the Stones

David Allan Coe, and No Show Jones

Yeah! Pass that bottle around

Got the rock from Detroit and soul from Motown

The underground stoned fuckin' pimp

With tracks that mack and slap back the whack

Never gayed away, I don't play with ass

But watch me rock with Liberace flash

Punk rock the Clash, boy bands are trash

I like Johnny Cash and Grandmaster Flash



Ohhhhh

They call me cowboy, I'm the singer in black

Throw a finger in the air, let me see where you're at

And say "Hey, hey"

Let me hear where you're at and say (Hey, hey)

I'm giving it back so say (Hey, hey)

Show me some metal and say (Hey, hey, hey, hey)



Yeah, I saw your band

Jumping around on stage like a bunch of wounded ducks (Psh!)

When you gonna learn sucker?

You just can't fuck with Twisted Brown Trucker!



I'm an American Bad Ass, watch me kick

You can roll with Rock or you can suck my dick

I'm a porno flick, I'm like Amazing Grace

I'm gonna fuck some hoes after I rock this place

Super fly living double wide

Side car on my Glide so Joe C can ride

Full sack to share, bringin flash and flair

Got the long hair swinging, middle finger in the air

Snake skin suit, 65 Chevelle

See me ride in sin hear the rebel yell

I won't live to tell, so if you do

Give the next generation a big "Fuck you!"

Who knew I'd blow up like Oklahoma

Said fuck high school, pissed on my diploma

Smell the aroma, check my hits

I know it stinks in here, cause I'm the shit



Ohhhhh

They call me cowboy, I'm the singer in black

Throw a finger in the air, let me see where you're at

And say (Hey, hey)

Let me hear where you're at and say (Hey, hey)

I'm giving it back so say (Hey, hey)

Show me some metal and say (Hey, hey, hey, hey)



I'm a cowboy, bad ass in black singing

(Hey, hey, hey, hey)

From side to side, from front to back Say

(Hey, hey, hey, hey)

I put Detroit City back on the map by singin'

(Hey, hey, hey, hey)

Kid Rock's in the house and that's where I'm at!

After the intro, the song starts from 3:45 - 4:30, then plays 0:25 - finish

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Clean; Arena Edit V4

Dead man walking



Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (yeah)

Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (what?)

Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (come on)

Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'



Move in, now move out

Hands up, now hands down

Back up, back up

Tell me what you're gonna do now

Breathe in, now breathe out

Hands up, now hands down

Back up, back up

Tell me what you're gonna do now



Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (what?)

Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (come on)

Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (yeah)

Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'



I-M-P Bizkit is right here

People in the house, put them hands in the air

Cause if you don't care, then we don't care

One, two, three times two to the six

Jonesin' for your fix of that Limp Bizkit mix

So where the f*ck you at punk?

Shut the f*ck up and back the f*ck up

While we f*ck this track up



Move in, now move out

Hands up, now hands down

Back up, back up

Tell me what you're gonna do now

Breathe in, now breathe out

Hands up, now hands down

Back up, back up

Tell me what you're gonna do now



Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (what?)

Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (come on)

Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (yeah)

Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'



You wanna mess with Limp Bizkit? (yeah)

You can't mess with Limp Bizkit (why?)

Because we get it on (when?)

Every day and every night (oh)

And this platinum thing right here? (uh huh)

Well, we're doing it all the time (what?)

So you'd better get some better beats and uh

Get some better rhymes (d'oh)

We got the gang set, so don't complain yet

24/7 never beggin' for a raincheck

Old school soldiers blastin' out that hot sh*t

That rock sh*t, puttin' bounce in the mosh pit



Move in, now move out

Hands up, now hands down

Back up, back up

Tell me what you're gonna do now

Breathe in, now breathe out

Hands up, now hands down

Back up, back up

Tell me what you're gonna do now



Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (come on)

Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (what?)

Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (yeah)

Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'



Hey ladies, hey fellas

And the people that don't give a f*ck

All the lovers, all the haters

And all the people that call themselves players

Hot momma's, pimp daddies

And the people rollin' up in caddie's

Hey rockers, hip-hoppers

And everybody all around the world



Move in, now move out

Hands up, now hands down

Back up, back up

Tell me what you're gonna do now

Breathe in, now breathe out

Hands up, now hands down

Back up, back up

Tell me what you're gonna do now



Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (yeah)

Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (what?)

Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (come on)

Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'



Move in, now move out

Hands up, now hands down

Back up, back up

Tell me what you're gonna do now

Breathe in, now breathe out

Hands up, now hands down

Back up, back up

Tell me what you're gonna do now



Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (what?)

Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (come on)

Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (yeah)

Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'

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Clean; Arena Edit V2; w/ Quote V2

Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (yeah)

Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (what?)

Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (come on)

Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'



Move in, now move out

Hands up, now hands down

Back up, back up

Tell me what you're gonna do now

Breathe in, now breathe out

Hands up, now hands down

Back up, back up

Tell me what you're gonna do now



Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (what?)

Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (come on)

Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (yeah)

Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'



I-M-P Bizkit is right here

People in the house, put them hands in the air

Cause if you don't care, then we don't care

One, two, three times two to the six

Jonesin' for your fix of that Limp Bizkit mix

So where the f*ck you at punk?

Shut the f*ck up and back the f*ck up

While we f*ck this track up



Move in, now move out

Hands up, now hands down

Back up, back up

Tell me what you're gonna do now

Breathe in, now breathe out

Hands up, now hands down

Back up, back up

Tell me what you're gonna do now



Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (what?)

Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (come on)

Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (yeah)

Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'



You wanna mess with Limp Bizkit? (yeah)

You can't mess with Limp Bizkit (why?)

Because we get it on (when?)

Every day and every night (oh)

And this platinum thing right here? (uh huh)

Well, we're doing it all the time (what?)

So you'd better get some better beats and uh

Get some better rhymes (d'oh)

We got the gang set, so don't complain yet

24/7 never beggin' for a raincheck

Old school soldiers blastin' out that hot sh*t

That rock sh*t, puttin' bounce in the mosh pit



Move in, now move out

Hands up, now hands down

Back up, back up

Tell me what you're gonna do now

Breathe in, now breathe out

Hands up, now hands down

Back up, back up

Tell me what you're gonna do now



Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (come on)

Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (what?)

Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (yeah)

Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'



Hey ladies, hey fellas

And the people that don't give a f*ck

All the lovers, all the haters

And all the people that call themselves players

Hot momma's, pimp daddies

And the people rollin' up in caddie's

Hey rockers, hip-hoppers

And everybody all around the world



Move in, now move out

Hands up, now hands down

Back up, back up

Tell me what you're gonna do now

Breathe in, now breathe out

Hands up, now hands down

Back up, back up

Tell me what you're gonna do now



Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (yeah)

Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (what?)

Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (come on)

Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'



Move in, now move out

Hands up, now hands down

Back up, back up

Tell me what you're gonna do now

Breathe in, now breathe out

Hands up, now hands down

Back up, back up

Tell me what you're gonna do now



Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (what?)

Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (come on)

Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' (yeah)

Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin'

Starts at 0:13

Clean; Arena Edit V2; Intro Cut

Alternate title: "The Darkest Side" - Jim Johnston's BMI page

The abridged version of this song (3:15) has been released numerous times on iTunes while the full version (6:05) has never officially been released (though it can be found on the Undertaker 15-0 DVD)