Killin' Brain Cells 歌词
| 歌曲 | Killin' Brain Cells |
| 歌手 | Kid Rock |
| 专辑 | The Polyfuze Method |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 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 'cause 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 'cause | |
| 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'cause | |
| 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 'cause | |
| 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 'cause | |
| 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'cause | |
| 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'cause | |
| I'm kid rock bitch and | |
| I'm real mutha for ya | |
| Better jet so 'cause | |
| I won't let no hoes from the metro | |
| Take mine "what up doe" | |
| Come look son | |
| I'm number one..."'cause | |
| 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... |
| 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 ' cause 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 ' cause | |
| 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' cause | |
| 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' uhauls | |
| 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 ' cause | |
| 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 ' cause | |
| 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' cause | |
| 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' cause | |
| I' m kid rock bitch and | |
| I' m real mutha for ya | |
| Better jet so ' cause | |
| I won' t let no hoes from the metro | |
| Take mine " what up doe" | |
| Come look son | |
| I' m number one..."' cause | |
| 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... |
| 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 ' cause 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 ' cause | |
| 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' cause | |
| 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' uhauls | |
| 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 ' cause | |
| 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 ' cause | |
| 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' cause | |
| 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' cause | |
| I' m kid rock bitch and | |
| I' m real mutha for ya | |
| Better jet so ' cause | |
| I won' t let no hoes from the metro | |
| Take mine " what up doe" | |
| Come look son | |
| I' m number one..."' cause | |
| 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... |
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