Blow Me
Kid Rock Lyrics

A bottle of jack's got my manager grinnin'
My manager is happy because I drink a lot of Jack Daniel's and it helps me perform.

Yeah that's me that keeps the turntables spinnin'
I am the one who keeps the music playing by working the turntables.

I'm countin cards and I keep on winnin'
I am gambling and winning by counting cards.

I know God hates me 'cause I'm always sinnin'
I believe that I'm always sinning, so God must not like me very much.

You don't know me blow me ho you want to get hot
You don't understand who I am, so stop trying to prove yourself against me.

You'll get your ass blown out fuckin with the Kid Rock
You will regret challenging me because I am tough to beat.

Eatin up ya suckers just the same way a beast could
I am defeating my opponents easily and quickly.

Tearin through your town like mother fuckin Clint Eastwood
I am moving through your town quickly and with purpose – like Clint Eastwood in his movies.

'Cause I be fakin the rhymes that keep ya shakin'
I manipulate the lyrics in my songs to get people excited and moving.

Makin a lotta money but don't let me be mistaken
I am wealthy, but don't think that means I am arrogant or fake.

I never thought about climbin up the pop chart
Becoming popular on the pop charts was never a goal of mine.

And I don't give a fuck you can't buy my tape in K-Mart
I don't care that my music isn't sold in certain stores, like K-Mart.

Give me a choice between soundin like an ass wipe
If I had to choose between sounding like an idiot or smoking crack in an alley, I'd choose the latter.

Or sittin in an alley smokin crack from a glass pipe
I'd rather be a drug addict than appear stupid in public.

I'd be as skinny as a junkie with the AIDS plague
If I chose the drug addiction, I'd be very thin and sick.

But still I'd look better than a puppet tryin to get paid
Even though I'd be sickly, I'd still look better than someone who is fake and only trying to make money.

Now check the rhyme as I climb and I co get rude
Listen to my music as I continue to be successful and provocative.

And send ya runnin' playin' pussy like Shaggy and Scoob
I am intimidating and will make you run away, like Shaggy and Scooby Doo when they are scared.

'Cause I'm the wrong dude to fuck with my mouth is mental
I am not someone you want to mess with because I am fierce and intense.

And I'm a tear shit up like they did in South Central
I am very powerful and will destroy things like they do in South Central LA.

Son of a bitch I'm the son of a bitch
I'm a tough guy, aka 'son of a bitch.'

Nobody ever loved you so you're the son of a dick
You are a bad person because nobody ever cared for you.

I'm a product of a young girl top in her class
I was born to a young, intelligent woman.

You're a product of a hooker who was sellin that ass
You come from a mother who was a prostitute and sold her body.

And your styles in the past it's old and dusty
Your style of music is outdated and stale.

So from now on I'm callin you M.C. Crusty
I am going to give you a new name that fits your old and outdated music.

'Cause to face me you must be blitzed or blasted
You have to be under the influence of drugs or alcohol to face me.

So now I'm gonna drop ya like a hit of acid
I will defeat you easily and quickly, like a hit of LSD.

And when I rip ya people they might stare
When I defeat you, people will be shocked and surprised.

'Cause I got more rhymes than Donahue's got white hair
I have a lot of lyrics and rhymes, even more than Phil Donahue has white hair (which is a lot).

An yo buck won't you please be a friend
Hey, buddy, won't you be my friend?

And tell your mom I want to fuck and I'll pick her up at 10
Just kidding, but tell your mom I said hello (and nothing more).