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Kid Rock to perform at the 2024 RNC on Thursday: “American bad a**” song lyrics

Rapper Kid Rock is set to perform on the last night of the Republican National Convention being held at Fiserv Forum in Milwaukee, Wisconsin.

Rapper Kid Rock is set to perform on the last night of the Republican National Convention being held at Fiserv Forum in Milwaukee, Wisconsin.
Andrew KellyREUTERS

Rapper Kid Rock, whose real name is Robert James Ritchie, is reportedly set to perform as the Republican National Convention wraps up the four-day event being held at Fiserv Forum in Milwaukee, Wisconsin.

The official schedule for the RNC’s last day does not officially include a performance from the singer, but videos have been posted of him rehearsing at the venue.

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Kid Rock, supporter of Trump’s causes

Kid Rock, whose 1998 “Devil Without a Cause” album brought him to mainstream success, has been a vocal supporter of Donald Trump since the former president was in office.

He recently donated $50,000 to the families and victims of the assassination attempt on Donald Trump at a campaign rally in Butler, Pennsylvania on Saturday, July 13.

The performer has flirted with running for public office in the past, though he has not pursued any official candidacies.

Here are the lyrics to a song that he may be performing at the convention. He has called Trump a “100% American badass president.”

American bad a** lyrics

Yeah! and I’ve set up and turned out this state
With my own two hands
We’ve traveled this land packed tight in minivans
And all this for the fans, girls, money, and fame
I play their game, and then they scream my name
I will show no shame, I live and die for this
If I come off soft, then chew on this
Are you scared?
Devil without cause, and I’m back
With the Beaver hat 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 want to see us fry
I guess because of only God knows why why why why why
Oh, they call me cowboy, I’m the singer in black
Throw me the 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 back so say hey, hey
Show me some metal and say hey, hey, hey, hey
I like AC/DC and ZZ Top
Bocephus, Beasties, and the Kings of Rock
Skynyrd, Seger, Limp, Korn, the Stones
David Allen Coe, and No Show Jones
Yeah! Pass that bottle around
Got the rock from Detroit and soul from Motown
The underground stoned f**kin’ pimp
With tracks that mack and slap back the whack
Never get in the way, I don’t play with with that
But watch me rock with Liberace flash
Punk rock the Clash, Boy Bands are trash
I like Johnny Cash and Grandmaster Flash
Yeah, I saw your band
Jumping around on stage like a bunch of wounded ducks
When you gunna learn sucker?
You just can’t f**k with Twisted Brown
Trucker
I’m an American Bad Ass
Watch me kick, you can roll with Rock
Or you can suck my d**k
I’m a porno flick, I’m like Amazing Grace
I’m gunna f**k some hoes after I rock this place
Superfly living doublewide
Side car on my Glide so Joe see can ride
Full sack to share, bringin’ flash and flair
Got the long hair swinging, middle finger in the air
Snake skin suits, 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 ‘f**k you’
Who knew I’d blow up like Oklahoma
Said f**k high school, pissed on my diploma
Smell the aroma, check my hits
I know it stinks in here, cause I’m the Shit
[Chorus]
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!

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