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Bonnie shades
And a high top fade
So low you know on the mic with no aid
That I'd make the grade
You didn't think in a blink no way
But now you say I use to go to school with him
I use to go to dot dot bim
I use to be his eigth grade lover
I use to know his older brother
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 a 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 low
Just like Jock Custoe
And blow
Up come my drawers, see ya gotta go
It's 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
Cause I'm the
But still I built my skills and I'm the


Super Rhyme Maker
Come on, Yeah
Sup...Sup..Sup
Super Rhyme Maker
Come on, Yeah
(Come On)
Super Ryhme...Rhyme
(Come On)
Rhyme, Rhyme, Rhyme
(Come On, Come On)
Rhyme, Rhyme, Rhyme
(Come On, Come On, Come On)
Stop the madness
Rhyme Maker

You never had this
Wild style of my b-boy badness
Runnin the show
Clockin the dough
I'm Kid Rock
And Juliet get fucked if I was Romeo, but I'm not
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
Hold the mic in my hand
The way I jam
And rock the whole land
But either way I'm gonna do what I have to do
Man get jealous if you want to
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
Makin every girl in the house want a piece of the rock
I'll pop on top more flop no stop
And then I'll bring a new swing
To make it understand the kid's running things
Mostly because I'm not an MC faker
And the rest because I'm the

Microphone master Super Rhyme Maker
Come On Yeah
Sup...Sup...Sup
Alright cut it
Sup...Sup...Sup
Super Rhyme Maker
Sup...Sup...Sup...Sup
Come On Yeah
Super Rhyme...Rhyme...Rhyme
Rhyme...Rhyme Maker
Bonnie shades   And a high top fade   So low you know on the mic with no aid   That I'd make the grade   You didn't think in a blink no way   But now you say I use to go to school with him   I use to go to dot dot bim   I use to be his eigth grade lover   I use to know his older brother   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 a 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 low   Just like Jock Custoe   And blow   Up come my drawers, see ya gotta go   It's 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   Cause I'm the   But still I built my skills and I'm the         Super Rhyme Maker   Come on, Yeah   Sup...Sup..Sup   Super Rhyme Maker   Come on, Yeah   (Come On)   Super Ryhme...Rhyme   (Come On)   Rhyme, Rhyme, Rhyme   (Come On, Come On)   Rhyme, Rhyme, Rhyme   (Come On, Come On, Come On)   Stop the madness   Rhyme Maker      You never had this   Wild style of my b-boy badness   Runnin the show   Clockin the dough   I'm Kid Rock   And Juliet get fucked if I was Romeo, but I'm not   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   Hold the mic in my hand   The way I jam   And rock the whole land   But either way I'm gonna do what I have to do   Man get jealous if you want to   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   Makin every girl in the house want a piece of the rock   I'll pop on top more flop no stop   And then I'll bring a new swing   To make it understand the kid's running things   Mostly because I'm not an MC faker   And the rest because I'm the      Microphone master Super Rhyme Maker   Come On Yeah   Sup...Sup...Sup   Alright cut it   Sup...Sup...Sup   Super Rhyme Maker   Sup...Sup...Sup...Sup   Come On Yeah   Super Rhyme...Rhyme...Rhyme   Rhyme...Rhyme Maker