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
[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 [02:04.220] [02:04.470]
