Artist: Kid Rock f/ Uncle Kracker Album: Cocky Song: Trucker Anthem Typed by: timmy.bogenburt@gmail.com Who's in the house, Trucker Who's in the house, Trucker Who's in the house, Trucker Who's in the house, Trucker Singin' hey now people here we come Here we come, motherfuckers, here we kitty come come You know what we do and where we're from, Detroit baby You got fifteen seconds to get to your seat now, ah yeah, uh We're gonna start this show and blow your minds now, yeah Who's in the house, who's your uncle, Uncle Kracker [Uncle Kracker] Double Wide on the side, in the back of the bus I'm your Uncle Kracker, sitting platinum plus Double platinum, what, triple platinum, fuck You'd be accountant, motherfucker if you add that up Can you back that up, yeah, but what for I've got a big brick house with two gold doors What's more than that, you need to shut my mouth I'm the same motherfucker you been hearing about 'Kracker went pop', no, I did the pop dash Floatin' through the airwaves, pickin' up cash I dropped Follow Me, people thought I went soft, shit Chill, I'm still very difficult to fuck with Straight out of the sticks of Romeo, Michigan The early mornin' stoned, motherfucking pimp of the God damn nation Yee-haw, motherfuckers, let's rock With the Kid, yes y'all ya dig, ya don't stop Got riffs to rock, brought booze to slam Now who's the man, Kid Rock, God damn Back on the scene like a fiend for beats Ain't 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'm a unpack and set up shop I'm a step back and watch ya rock I'm a bomb tracks to stop the pop Then I'm a master-blast it through the aftershock I got dug ditches to bury you bitches Who whoa the flow, who wanna stop the show So I'm a roll and throw another on point seven From North of Detroit, way South of Heaven, yeah Turn it up, uh, come on Rock motherfucker with the T-B-T 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 you send me your address, I'll swing by Call up your friends, I'll get your whole fucking crew high Say bye, bye, bye to the wack And let it be known Kid Rock is back Yeah, rollin' with the T-B-T We're gonna rock the house for my man Joe C. Yeah, we're gonna start this show Come on, come on, yeah