Текст, перевод и аккорды “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 fuckin with the kid rock Eatin up ya suckers just the same way a beast could Tearin thru your town like muther fuckin 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 fuck 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 pussy like shaggy and scoob Cuz Im the wrong dude to fuck with my mouth is mental And Im a tear shit up like they did in south central Son of a bitch Im the son of a bitch Nobody ever loved u so youre the son of a dick Im a product of a young girl top in her class Youre a product of a hooker 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 fuck and Ill pick her up at 10
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