Текст песни Kid Rock - Blow me
Kid Rock - Blow me слова песни
Текст песни 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 hotyou'll get your ass blown out fuckin with the Kid RockEatin up ya suckers just the same way a beast couldtearin 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 mistakenI never thought about climbin up the pop chartand I don't give a fuck u can't buy my tape in K-MartGive me a choice between soundin like an ass wipeor sittin in an alley smokin crack from a glass pipeI'd be as skinny as a junkie with the AIDS plaguebut still I'd look better than a puppet tryin to get paidNow check the rhyme as i climb and I co get rudeand send ya runnin' playin' pussy like Shaggy and ScoobCuz I'm the wrong dude to fuck with my mouth is mentaland I'm a tear shit up like they did in South CentralSon of a bitch I'm the son of a bitchnobody ever loved u so you're the son of a dickI'm a product of a young girl top in her classyou're a product of a hooker who was sellin that assAnd your styles in the past it's old and dustyso from now on I'm callin u M.C. CrustyCuz to face me u must be blitzed or blastedso now I'm gonna drop ya like a hit of acidAnd when I rip ya people they might starecuz I got more rhymes than Donahue's got white hairAn yo buck won't you please be a friendAnd tell your mom I wanna fuck and I'll pick her up at 10