Представляем точный текст композиции "Killin Brain Cells" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Kid Rock. Наша коллекция содержит детально проверенные слова песни, включая скрытые метафоры, отсылки и эмоции, вложенные автором. Лирика «Killin Brain Cells» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Kid Rock передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани любимого трека.
Kid Rock - "Killin Brain Cells"
Kid rock thats right you know Im back ho
From the dead where I had to lay low
Seems strange but I aint changed nothing
Pot smokin beer drinkin mother fucker thats me
In the flesh and I guess Im the best
In the muther fuckin midwest cuz theres 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 Im no big fag
Roll with Zig Zags like to read skin mags
When I shoot I never miss
and if I played the bass Id probably pluck it like this...
People wanna know what Im thinkin but I dont care
So I keep my thoughts in a bottle of Cuervo
Just a wild young buck
Got banned from the shelter but I really dont give a fuck
Cuz I still be clownin suckers be frownin
Forties of Busch I be poundin
I aint dead in the head like Manson
Im more laid back than muther fuckin Ted Danson
Hanson brother style when Im 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
Im not into havin clean fun
I step into the party strapped with a machine gun
But Im no gangster like Gotti
"Im just an M.C. to put the boogie in the party"
Back in black plus a new track
And I wont quit till your ears blow from feedback
When I shoot I never miss
And if I played the guitar Id probably strum it like this...
So give it up bitch cuz Im the kid rock
And today I know you dont wanna get shot
You look gay youre too cliche
So fuck all yall hoes and yo Chuck pass the jay
Sellin me out like bitches to make a quick buck
But muther fuckers like yall 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 Im glad you stepped off cuz I aint givin no free rides
You little bald headed peon
And fuck it mother fucker if you want it lets get the beef on
Cuz Im sure Im sure ya
Are gonna try to come back around but Ill ignore ya
It only takes one shot to floor ya
Cuz Im Kid Rock bitch and Im real mutha for ya
Better jet so cuz I wont let no hoes from the metro
Take mine "what up doe"
Come look son Im number one...
"Cuz I worked like a bitch to get the job done"
In the twilight zone with Rod Serling
I aint goin bald so fuck Sy Sperling
When I shoot I never miss
And if I played the harmonica Id probably blow it like this...
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