Killin Brain Cells

Kid rock that's right you know I'm back ho

From the dead where I had to lay low

Seems strange but I ain't changed nothing

Pot smokin' beer drinkin' mother fucker that's me

In the flesh and I guess I'm the best

In the muther fuckin midwest cuz there's 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 I'm no big fag

Roll with Zig Zags like to read skin mags

When I shoot I never miss

and if I played the bass I'd probably pluck it like this...

People wanna know what I'm thinkin' but I don't care

So I keep my thoughts in a bottle of Cuervo

Just a wild young buck

Got banned from the shelter but I really don't give a fuck

Cuz I still be clownin' suckers be frownin'

Forties of Busch I be poundin'

I ain't dead in the head like Manson

I'm more laid back than muther fuckin' Ted Danson

Hanson brother style when I'm 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

I'm not into havin' clean fun

I step into the party strapped with a machine gun

But I'm no gangster like Gotti

"I'm just an M.C. to put the boogie in the party"

Back in black plus a new track

And I won't quit till your ears blow from feedback

When I shoot I never miss

And if I played the guitar I'd probably strum it like this...

So give it up bitch cuz I'm the kid rock

And today I know you don't wanna get shot

You look gay you're too cliche

So fuck all