Текст (слова) песни: Kid Rock - Killin Brain Cells

Kid rock thats right you know Im back ho

From the dead where I had to lay low

Seems strange but I aint changed nothing

Pot smokin beer drinkin mother fucker thats me

In the flesh and I guess Im the best

In the muther fuckin midwest cuz theres 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 Im no big fag

Roll with zig zags like to read skin mags

When I shoot I never miss

And if I played the bass Id probably pluck it like this...

People wanna know what Im thinkin but I dont care

So I keep my thoughts in a bottle of cuervo

Just a wild young buck

Got banned from the shelter but I really dont give a fuck

Cuz I still be clownin suckers be frownin

Forties of busch I be poundin

I aint dead in the head like manson

Im more laid back than muther fuckin ted danson

Hanson brother style when Im 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

Im not into havin clean fun

I step into the party strapped with a machine gun

But Im no gangster like gotti

"im just an m.c. to put the boogie in the party"

Back in black plus a new track

And I wont quit till your ears blow from feedback

When I shoot I never miss

And if I played the guitar Id probably strum it like this...

So give it up bitch cuz Im the kid rock

And today I know you dont wanna get shot

You look gay youre too cliche

So fuck all yall hoes and yo chuck pass the jay

Sellin me out like bitches to make a quick buck

But muther fuckers like yall 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 Im glad you stepped off cuz I aint givin no free rides

You little bald headed peon

And fuck it mother fucker if you want it lets get the beef on

Cuz Im sure Im sure ya

Are gonna try to come back around but Ill ignore ya

It only takes one shot to floor ya

Cuz Im kid rock bitch and Im real mutha for ya

Better jet so cuz I wont let no hoes from the metro

Take mine "what up doe"

Come look son Im number one...

"cuz I worked like a bitch to get the job done"

In the twilight zone with rod serling

I aint goin bald so fuck sy sperling

When I shoot I never miss

And if I played the harmonica Id probably blow it like this...

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