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 then 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 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 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 mc 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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