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A bottle of jacks got my manager grinnin

Yeah thats me that keeps the turntables spinnin

Im countin cards and I keep on winnin

I know God hates me cuz Im always sinnin

U dont know me blow me ho you wanna get hot

Youll get your ass blown out fuckin with the kid rock

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 dont let me be mistaken

I never thought about climbin up the pop chart

And I dont give a fuck u cant 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

Id be as skinny as a junkie with the aids plague

But still Id look better than a puppet tryin to get paid

Now check the rhyme as I climb and I co get rude

And send ya runnin playin pussy like shaggy and scoob

Cuz Im the wrong dude to fuck with my mouth is mental

And Im a tear shit up like they did in south central

Son of a bitch Im the son of a bitch

Nobody ever loved u so youre the son of a dick

Im a product of a young girl top in her class

Youre a product of a hooker who was sellin that ass

And your styles in the past its old and dusty

So from now on Im callin u m.c. crusty

Cuz to face me u must be blitzed or blasted

So now Im gonna drop ya like a hit of acid

And when I rip ya people they might stare

Cuz I got more rhymes than donahues got white hair

An yo buck wont you please be a friend

And tell your mom I wanna fuck and Ill pick her up at 10

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