Super Rhyme Maker
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Kid Rock
Kid Rock
Kid Rock
Kid Rock
The Rock was definite when it went this way
Sway to the groove that no one tops
And move to the kid in black Reeboks
Not a teen heart throb, but I rock the set
So fuck Corey Hime and Johnny Depp
And lets go to the authority of Jive
New school in the house and I'm on the way live
With Blackman
No you get into
Cuz he cuts just like a motherfuckin ginsu blade
Sway, ballies okay
Emces please step not my way
Or I'll become your undertaker, huh
Cause I'm the
Super Rhyme Maker
Come on, Yeah
Varnae shades
And a high top fade
So low you know on the mic with no aid
You didn't think at a blink, no way that I'd make the grade
But now you say, "I use to go to school with him"
"I use to go to dot dot bin"
"I use to know his older brother"
"I use to be his 8th grade lover"
Talk is cheap and the speech is weak
He use to go with me, wrong you were my freak
I never gave a hoot
If a girl was cute
All I wanted was a piece and knock the boots
And then they get dissed
Crossed off my list
Or I'd bend and my behind would get kissed
Just like so world the girls will go
Just like Jock Custoe
And blow
Up come my drawers, see ya, gotta go
Its to plain
Kid Rock's the name
And I run my game
From Frisco to Maine
Never fell in love
Cause I'm a girl heartbreaker
But Still I built my skills and I'm the
Super Rhyme Maker
Come on, yeah
Stop the madness
You never had this
Wild style of my b-boy badness
Runnin the show
Clockin the dough
And Juliet would get fucked if I was Romeo, but I'm not
I'm Kid Rock
Flat top and all
Not Michael Jackson spinnin singing off the wall
But making everyone wonder how I thump like thunder
Got over like a mother
While you went straight under
And now you can't stand
The way I jam
Hold the mic in my hand
And rock the whole land
Man get jealous if you want to
But either way I'm gonna do what I have to do
Cause I work to hard to make ends match
Started from scratch
And to a lot of crap
But now I'm like a wild horse no one can catch
And I'm a bad motherfucker
Believe that
I'll pop on top more flop no stop
Makin every girl in the house want a piece of the rock
And then I'll bring a new swing
To make it understood the Kid's running things
Mostly because I'm not an emcee faker
And the rest because I'm the
Microphone master Super Rhyme Maker
Yeah
Cut it
Super Rhyme Maker
Come on, yeah
Super rhyme, rhyme
Super rhyme maker