KID ROCK - Super Ryhme Maker lyrics

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Come On, Yeah

Kid Rock

Kid Rock

Kid Rock

Kid Rock

The Rock is Def and it went this way

Sway to the groove that no one tops

And move to the kid in black Reebox

Not a teen heart throb, but I rock the set

So Fuck Corey High and Johnny Depp

And lets goto the authority of Jive

New school in the house and I'm on the way live

We black man

No you get into

Cuz he cuts just like a mother fuckin ginsu blade

Sway, but he's okay

Emces please step'n out of my way

Or I'll become your undertaker, huh

Cuz I'm The

(Chorus 7x)Super Rhyme Maker

Come on, Yeah

Bonnie shades

And a high top fade

So low you know on the mic with no aid

You didn't think I make the grade

But now you say I use to go to school with him

I use to go to dot dot (?)

I use to know his older brother

I use to be his eigth 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

Though a bend in 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 I gotta go

Its to plain

Kid Rock's the name

And I run my game

From Frisco to Maine

Never fell in love

Cuz I'm a girl heartbreaker

But Still I built my skills and I'm the

(Chorus 7x)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 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 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

Cuz I work to hard to make ends match

Started from scrath

And to a lot of crap

But now I'm like a wild horse no one can catch

And I'm a bad mother fucker

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 understand the kid's running thing

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 (Chorus Fades to Back)