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From Kid Rock's album: The Polyfuze Method

A bottle of jack^,s got my manager grinnin^,
yeah that^,s me that keeps the turntables spinniN^,
I^,m countin cards and I keep on winnin^,
I know God hates me cuz I^,m always sinnin^,
U don^,t know me blow me ho you wanna get hot
you^,ll get your ass blown out fuckin with the Kid Rock<a href="http://www.testimania.com/">Testi Canzoni</a>
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 don^,t let me be mistaken
I never thought about climbin up the pop chart
and I don^,t give a fuck u can^,t 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
I^,d be as skinny as a junkie with the AIDS plague
but still I^,d look better than a puppet tryin to get paid
Now check the rhyme as I climb and I co get rude
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and send ya runnin^, playin^, pussy like Shaggy and Scoob
Cuz I^,m the wrong dude to fuck with my mouth is mental
and I^,m a tear shit up like they did in South Central
Son of a bitch I^,m the son of a bitch
nobody ever loved u so you^,re the son of a dick
I^,m a product of a young girl top in her class
you^,re a product of a hooker who was sellin that ass
And your styles in the past it^,s old and dusty
so from now on I^,m callin u M.C. Crusty
Cuz to face me u must be blitzed or blasted
so now I^,m gonna drop ya like a hit of acid
And when I rip ya people they might stare
cuz I got more rhymes than Donahue^,s got white hair
An yo buck won^,t you please be a friend
And tell your mom I wanna fuck and I^,ll pick her up at 10
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