Kid Rock - Blow Me

A bottle of jack"s got my manager grinnin" yeah that"s me that keeps the turntables spinniN" I"m countin cards and I keep on winnin" I know God hates me cuz I"m always sinnin" U don"t know me blow me ho you wanna get hot you"ll get your ass blown out fuckin with the Kid Rock Eatin up ya suckers just the same way a beast could tearin thru your town like muther fuckin Clint Eastwood Cuz I be fakin the rhymes that keep ya shakin" makin a lotta money but don"t let me be mistaken I never thought about climbin up the pop chart and I don"t give a fuck u can"t buy my tape in K-Mart Give me a choice between soundin like an ass wipe or sittin in an alley smokin crack from a glass pipe I"d be as skinny as a junkie with the AIDS plague but still I"d look better than a puppet tryin to get paid Now check the rhyme as i climb and I co get rude and send ya runnin" playin" pussy like Shaggy and Scoob Cuz I"m the wrong dude to fuck with my mouth is mental and I"m a tear shit up like they did in South Central Son of a bitch I"m the son of a bitch nobody ever loved u so you"re the son of a dick I"m a product of a young girl top in her class you"re a product of a hooker who was sellin that ass And you 1299 r styles in the past it"s old and dusty so from now on I"m callin u M.C. Crusty Cuz to face me u must be blitzed or blasted so now I"m gonna drop ya like a hit of acid And when I rip ya people they might stare cuz I got more rhymes than Donahue"s got white hair An yo buck won"t you please be a friend And tell your mom I wanna fuck and I"ll pick her up at 10