Super Ryhme Maker Lyrics by Kid Rock

Super Ryhme Maker Lyrics

    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)

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