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Killin Brain Cells
Kid rock thats right you know Im back ho From the dead where I had to lay low Seems strange but I aint changed nothing Pot smokin beer drinkin mother fucker thats me In the flesh and I guess Im the best In the muther fuckin midwest cuz theres no contest For the pimp in the pimp of the nation So fuck college and a good education All we need to learn is how to hold hands Then we could live in peace in my homeland God damn the way my pain swells I spend all my time killin brain cells The light shed on me was a dim gleam So I live life in a bottle of Jim Beam Droppin dots or sniffin that blow black, I go to sleep at night watchin Kojak Fuck hoes cuz Im no big fag Roll with Zig Zags like to read skin mags When I shoot I never miss and if I played the bass Id probably pluck it like this... People wanna know what Im thinkin but I dont care So I keep my thoughts in a bottle of Cuervo Just a wild young buck Got banned from the shelter but I really dont give a fuck Cuz I still be clownin suckers be frownin Forties of Busch I be poundin I aint dead in the head like Manson Im more laid back than muther fuckin Ted Danson Hanson brother style when Im rumblin Couple of shots of Don Q and I be stumblin Fumblin footballs hangin in the pool halls Out late night with my crew stealin U-hauls Im not into havin clean fun I step into the party strapped with a machine gun But Im no gangster like Gotti "Im just an M.C. to put the boogie in the party" Back in black plus a new track And I wont quit till your ears blow from feedback When I shoot I never miss And if I played the guitar Id probably strum it like this... So give it up bitch cuz Im the kid rock And today I know you dont wanna get shot You look gay youre too cliche So fuck all yall hoes and yo Chuck pass the jay Sellin me out like bitches to make a quick buck But muther fuckers like yall just have no luck Your little plan was a flop Tryin to get em on by sellin out the Kid Rock A part of me was with you but yo he died, And Im glad you stepped off cuz I aint givin no free rides You little bald headed peon And fuck it mother fucker if you want it lets get the beef on Cuz Im sure Im sure ya Are gonna try to come back around but Ill ignore ya It only takes one shot to floor ya Cuz Im Kid Rock bitch and Im real mutha for ya Better jet so cuz I wont let no hoes from the metro Take mine "what up doe" Come look son Im number one... "Cuz I worked like a bitch to get the job done" In the twilight zone with Rod Serling I aint goin bald so fuck Sy Sperling When I shoot I never miss And if I played the harmonica Id probably blow it like this...
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