Cause 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)
Rhyme Maker
Stop the madness
You never had this
Wild style of my b-boy badness
Runnin the show
Clockin the dough
And Juliet get f*cked 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 f*cker
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 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
Come On Yeah
Sup...Sup...Sup...Sup
Super Rhyme...Rhyme...Rhyme
Rhyme...Rhyme Maker