Kid Rock Blow Me Lyrics

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 hot
you'll get your a__ blown out f___in with the Kid Rock
Eatin up ya suckers just the same way a beast could
tearin thru your town like m_____ f___in Clint Eastwood
Cuz I be fakin the rhymes that keep ya shakin'
makin a lotta money but don't let me be mistaken
I never thought about climbin up the pop chart
and I don't give a f___ u can't buy my tape in K-Mart
Give me a choice between soundin like an a__ wipe
or sittin in an alley smokin 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 tryin to get paid
Now check the rhyme as i climb and I co get rude
and send ya runnin' playin' p____ like s___gy and s_____
Cuz I'm the wrong dude to f___ with my mouth is mental
and I'm a tear s___ up like they did in South Central
Son of a b____ I'm the son of a b____
nobody ever loved u so you're the son of a d___
I'm a product of a young girl top in her class
you're a product of a hooker who was sellin that a__
And your styles in the past it's old and dusty
so from now on I'm callin u M.C. Crusty
Cuz to face me u must be blitzed or blasted
so now I'm gonna drop ya like a hit of acid
And when I rip ya people they might stare
cuz I got more rhymes than Donahue's got white hair
An yo buck won't you please be a friend
And tell your mom I wanna f___ and I'll pick her up at 10