Kid Rock - Shotgun Blast lyrics
[Kid Rock - Shotgun Blast lyrics]
Aw, shit!
Kid Rock back in this motherfucking house!
'Cause I'm ripping, flipping, cripping
Like a real one does
So if your rap's wrapped in jack
Sweep it under the rug
'Cause I'mma go above that
Beyond the calls of my fucking duty
'Cause all these corny
Phony MCs nowadays don't move me
So I'mma show it proof, G, so make waves
I got a full-time pay, start to dig graves
Because I'm burying MCs and
Sharing their ladies
Now you rolled hoes are carrying my babies
Grab me, it never hurt no one
A broken home always hurts someone
Grab me, it never hurt no one
I saw kids get shot, don't sell guns
And still I rip it, flip it
Grip it like a real one does
Rocking, shocking on the stage
With a hella steady buzz
From a 5th of ol' Jimmy Beam
We frying MCs up just like
Some motherfucking Jimmy Dean
Sausage patties and smoking cabbies
Like it's nothing
Drinking more Colt's than the 45 king
Swinging MCs like a cow hand's rope
And if the gun's too loud, oh, boy
I'm straight slitting throats
'Cause that's the way I like to do shit
Homes every time I get my gamble on
Yeah, that's the way I like to do shit, homes
I never stay in one spot, I was born to roam
Feel like I got bank, but it's not enough
Friend 'Cause I want more bank, see
Than my grandkids could ever spend
So if you need some cheap slut, then speak up
Most hoes know not to ask for cash
'cause I'm a cheap fuck
Feel the effects of my shotgun blast
Mothers crying from these shotgun blasts
Feel the effects of my shotgun blast
People dying from these shotgun blasts
Kid Rock back in this motherfucking house!
'Cause I'm ripping, flipping, cripping
Like a real one does
So if your rap's wrapped in jack
Sweep it under the rug
'Cause I'mma go above that
Beyond the calls of my fucking duty
'Cause all these corny
Phony MCs nowadays don't move me
So I'mma show it proof, G, so make waves
I got a full-time pay, start to dig graves
Because I'm burying MCs and
Sharing their ladies
Now you rolled hoes are carrying my babies
Grab me, it never hurt no one
A broken home always hurts someone
Grab me, it never hurt no one
I saw kids get shot, don't sell guns
And still I rip it, flip it
Grip it like a real one does
Rocking, shocking on the stage
With a hella steady buzz
From a 5th of ol' Jimmy Beam
We frying MCs up just like
Some motherfucking Jimmy Dean
Sausage patties and smoking cabbies
Like it's nothing
Drinking more Colt's than the 45 king
Swinging MCs like a cow hand's rope
And if the gun's too loud, oh, boy
I'm straight slitting throats
'Cause that's the way I like to do shit
Homes every time I get my gamble on
Yeah, that's the way I like to do shit, homes
I never stay in one spot, I was born to roam
Feel like I got bank, but it's not enough
Friend 'Cause I want more bank, see
Than my grandkids could ever spend
So if you need some cheap slut, then speak up
Most hoes know not to ask for cash
'cause I'm a cheap fuck
Feel the effects of my shotgun blast
Mothers crying from these shotgun blasts
Feel the effects of my shotgun blast
People dying from these shotgun blasts