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Lyrics for 'Blow Me' by 'Kid Rock'
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 Ass Blown Out Fuckin With The Kid Rock
Eatin Up Ya Suckers Just The Same Way A Beast Could
Tearin Thru Your Town Like Muther Fuckin 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 Fuck U Can't Buy My Tape In K-mart
Give Me A Choice Between Soundin Like An Ass 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' Pussy Like Shaggy And Scoob
Cuz 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 U 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 Sellin That Ass
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 Fuck And I'll Pick Her Up At 10
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