Killin' Brain Cells

[Verse] Kid rock that's right you know I'm back ho From the dead where I had to lay low Seems strange but I am not changed nothing Pot smoking beer drinking mother fucker that's me In the flesh and I guess I'm the best In the mother fucking mid-west because 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 killing brain cells The light shed on me was a dim gleam So I live life in a bottle of Jim Beam Dropping dots or sniffing that blow black I go to sleep at night watching Kojak Fuck hoes because 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 want to know what I'm thinking 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 Because I still be clowning suckers be frowning Forties of Busch I be pounding I am not dead in the head like Manson I'm more laid back than mother fucking Ted Danson Hanson brother style when I'm rumbling Couple of shots of Don Q and I be stumbling Fumbling footballs hanging in the pool halls Out late night with my crew stealing U-hauls I'm not into having 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 because I'm the kid rock And today I know you don't want to get shot You look gay you're too cliche So fuck all you all hoes and yo Chuck pass the jay Selling me out like bitches to make a quick buck But mother fuckers like you all just have no luck Your little plan was a flop Trying to get em on by selling out the Kid Rock A part of me was with you but yo he died And I'm glad you stepped off because I am not giving no free rides You little bald headed peon And fuck it mother fucker if you want it lets get the beef on Because I'm sure I'm sure you Are gonna try to come back around but I'll ignore you It only takes one shot to floor you Because I'm Kid Rock bitch and I'm real murder for you Better jet so because I won't let no hoes from the metro Take mine "what up doe" Come look son I'm number one[?] "because I worked like a bitch to get the job done" In the twilight zone with Rod Serling I am not going bald so fuck Sy Sperling When I shoot I never miss And if I played the harmonica I'd probably blow it like this[?]