Kid Rock - Blast

Ahhhhhhh, shit! Kid Rock back in this motherfuckin house Feel the effects of my shotgun blast Mothers crying from theses shotgun blasts Feel the effects of my shotgun blast People dying from theses shotgun blasts Cause I’m rippin, flippin, crippin, like a real one does So if your rap’s wrapped in jack, sweep it under the rug Cause I’m a go above that, beyond the calls of my fuckin duty Cause all theses corney, foney emcee’s now a days don’t move me So I’m a show it proof G, so make waves I got a full time pay, stat to dig graves Because I’m burryin emcee’s, and sharin their ladys Now you rolled hoe’s are carrying my babies Grab me it never hurt no one A broken home always hurts someone Grab me it never hurt no one I saw kid’s get shot, don’t sell guns And still i rip it, flip it, grip it like a real one does Rockin, shockin on the stage, with a hella steady buzz From a 5th of ole Jimmy Beam We fryin emcee’s up just like some motherfuckin Jimmy Dean Sausage pattys, and smokin cabbies like it’s no thing Drinkin more Colt’s then the 45 king Swingin emcee’s like a cow hands rope And if the guns too loud, oh boy, i’m straight slittin throats Cause that’s the way I like to do shit holmes Every time I get my gamble on Yeah that’s the way i like to do shit holmes I never stay in one spot, i was born to roam Feel like i got bank, but it’s not enough friend Cause i want more bank see, than my grandkids could ever spend So if ya need some cheep slut, then speak up Most hoe’s know not to ask for cash, cause i’m a cheep fuck Feel the effects of my shotgun blast Mothers crying from theses shotgun blasts Feel the effects of my shotgun blast People dying from theses shotgun blasts