Текст песни Kid Rock -  Killin Brain Cells   
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Kid rock that`s right you know I`m back ho 
From the dead where I had to lay low 
Seems strange but I ain`t changed nothing 
Pot smokin` beer drinkin` mother fucker that`s me 
In the flesh and I guess I`m the best 
In the muther fuckin midwest cuz there`s 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 I`m no big fag 
Roll with Zig Zags like to read skin mags 
When I shoot I never miss 
and if I played the bass I`d probably pluck it like this... 
People wanna know what I`m thinkin` but I don`t care 
So I keep my thoughts in a bottle of Cuervo 
Just a wild young buck 
Got banned from the shelter but I really don`t give a fuck 
Cuz I still be clownin` suckers be frownin` 
Forties of Busch I be poundin` 
I ain`t dead in the head like Manson 
I`m more laid back than muther fuckin` Ted Danson 
Hanson brother style when I`m 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 
I`m not into havin` clean fun 
I step into the party strapped with a machine gun 
But I`m no gangster like Gotti 
"I`m just an M.C. to put the boogie in the party" 
Back in black plus a new track 
And I won`t quit till your ears blow from feedback 
When I shoot I never miss 
And if I played the guitar I`d probably strum it like this... 
So give it up bitch cuz I`m the kid rock 
And today I know you don`t wanna get shot 
You look gay you`re too cliche 
So fuck all y`all hoes and yo Chuck pass the jay 
Sellin` me out like bitches to make a quick buck 
But muther fuckers like y`all 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 I`m glad you stepped off cuz I ain`t givin` no free rides 
You little bald headed peon 
And fuck it mother fucker if you want it lets get the beef on 
Cuz I`m sure I`m sure ya 
Are gonna try to come back around but I`ll ignore ya 
It only takes one shot to floor ya 
Cuz I`m Kid Rock bitch and I`m real mutha for ya 
Better jet so cuz I won`t let no hoes from the metro 
Take mine "what up doe" 
Come look son I`m number one... 
"Cuz I worked like a bitch to get the job done" 
In the twilight zone with Rod Serling 
I ain`t goin` bald so fuck Sy Sperling 
When I shoot I never miss 
And if I played the harmonica I`d probably blow it like this...