Shotgun Blast

(album: Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp - 1996)

Aw, shit!
Kid Rock back in this motherfucking house!

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

'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