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   'cause 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   'cause 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   'cause 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   'cause 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)