Kid Rock — Blow Me

[Verse] A bottle of jack's got my manager grinning Yeah that's me that keeps the turntables spinning I'm counting cards and I keep on winning I know God hates me because I'm always sinning U don't know me blow me ho you wanna get hot You'll get your ass blown out fucking with the Kid Rock Eating up you suckers just the same way a beast could Tearing through your town like mother fucking Clint Eastwood Because I be faking the rhymes that keep you shaking Making a lot of money but don't let me be mistaken I never thought about climbing up the pop chart And I don't give a fuck you can't buy my tape in K-Mart Give me a choice between sounding like an ass wipe Or sitting in an alley smoking 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 trying to get paid Now check the rhyme as I climb and I co get rude And send ya running playing pussy like Shaggy and Scoob Because 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 you 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 selling that ass And your styles in the past it's old and dusty So from now on I'm calling u M.C. Crusty Because to face me you must be blitzed or blasted So now I'm going to drop you like a hit of acid And when I rip you people they might stare Because I got more rhymes than Donahue's got white hair And yo buck won't you please be a friend And tell your mom I want to fuck and I'll pick her up at 10