Lyric Killin Brain Cells
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...
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...
