Killin Brain Cells Lyrics

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 cuz 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 cuz 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

Cuz 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
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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 cuz 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 cuz 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

Cuz 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

Cuz I'm Kid Rock bitch and I'm real mutha for ya

Better jet so cuz I won't let no hoes from the metro

Take mine "what up doe"

Come look son I'm number one...

"Cuz 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 Killin Brain Cells