Blow Me
A bottle of jacks got my manager grinnin
Yeah thats me that keeps the turntables spinnin
Im countin cards and I keep on winnin
I know God hates me cuz Im always sinnin
U dont know me blow me ho you wanna get hot
Youll get your ass blown out ****in with the kid rock
Eatin up ya suckers just the same way a beast could
Tearin thru your town like muther ****in clint eastwood
Cuz I be fakin the rhymes that keep ya shakin
Makin a lotta money but dont let me be mistaken
I never thought about climbin up the pop chart
And I dont give a **** u cant 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
Id be as skinny as a junkie with the aids plague
But still Id 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 ***** like ****gy and scoob
Cuz Im the wrong dude to **** with my mouth is mental
And Im a tear **** up like they did in south central
Son of a ***** Im the son of a *****
Nobody ever loved u so youre the son of a ****
Im a product of a young girl top in her class
Youre a product of a ****** who was sellin that ass
And your styles in the past its old and dusty
So from now on Im callin u m.c. crusty
Cuz to face me u must be blitzed or blasted
So now Im gonna drop ya like a hit of acid
And when I rip ya people they might stare
Cuz I got more rhymes than donahues got white hair
An yo buck wont you please be a friend
And tell your mom I wanna **** and Ill pick her up at 10
Blow MeLRC歌词
[00:01.500]A bottle of jacks got my manager grinnin
[00:03.450]Yeah thats me that keeps the turntables spinnin
[00:06.400]Im countin cards and I keep on winnin
[00:09.460]I know God hates me cuz Im always sinnin
[00:12.210]U dont know me blow me ho you wanna get hot
[00:27.860]Youll get your ass blown out ****in with the kid rock
[00:30.930]Eatin up ya suckers just the same way a beast could
[00:34.110]Tearin thru your town like muther ****in clint eastwood
[00:37.620]Cuz I be fakin the rhymes that keep ya shakin
[00:40.570]Makin a lotta money but dont let me be mistaken
[00:43.320]I never thought about climbin up the pop chart
[00:46.500]And I dont give a **** u cant buy my tape in k-mart
[00:49.560]Give me a choice between soundin like an ass wipe
[00:52.750]Or sittin in an alley smokin crack from a glass pipe
[00:56.0]Id be as skinny as a junkie with the aids plague
[00:59.250]But still Id look better than a puppet tryin to get paid
[01:01.810]
[01:03.190]Now check the rhyme as I climb and I co get rude
[01:17.100]And send ya runnin playin ***** like ****gy and scoob
[01:19.660]Cuz Im the wrong dude to **** with my mouth is mental
[01:23.590]And Im a tear **** up like they did in south central
[01:26.530]Son of a ***** Im the son of a *****
[01:29.410]Nobody ever loved u so youre the son of a ****
[01:31.970]Im a product of a young girl top in her class
[01:35.350]Youre a product of a ****** who was sellin that ass
[01:38.910]And your styles in the past its old and dusty
[01:41.850]So from now on Im callin u m.c. crusty
[01:44.970]Cuz to face me u must be blitzed or blasted
[01:48.100]So now Im gonna drop ya like a hit of acid
[01:51.300]And when I rip ya people they might stare
[01:54.470]Cuz I got more rhymes than donahues got white hair
[01:57.350]An yo buck wont you please be a friend
[02:00.600]And tell your mom I wanna **** and Ill pick her up at 10
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