Eminem
Cum On Everybody
Yo, mic check
Testing one, two, um... twelve
My favoite color is red,
like the blood shed
From Kurt Cobain's head
when he shot himself dead
Women all grabbin' at my shishkabob
Bought Lauryn Hill's tape
so her kids could starve
You thought I was livid,
now I'm even more so
Shit I got full blown
AIDS and a sore throat
I got a wardrobe
with an orange robe
I'm in the fourth row,
signin autographs until my show
I just remembered that I'm absent minded
Wait, I mean I've lost
my mind I can't find it
I freestylin ever verse that I spit
Cuz I don't even remember
the words to my shit
I told the doc that I need
a change in sickness
I gave a girl herpes in
exchange for syphalis
Put my LP on your
Christmas wish list
You wanna get high,
here bitch just sniff this
Cum on everybody, get down tonight (8X)
I tried suicide once
and I'll try it again
That's why I write songs
where I die at the end
Cuz I don't give a fuck,
like my middle finger was stuck
And I was waving it at
everybody screamin' 'I suck'
I go on stage in front
of a sellout crowd
And yell out loud
'All of y'all get the hell out now'
Fuck rap, I'm givin' it up y'all, I'm Sorry
<But Eminem this is
your record release party!>
I'm bored out of my gord
So I took a hammer and nailed
my foot the the floorboard of my Ford
I guess I'm just a sick, sick bastard
Just one sandwich
short of a picnic basket
One Excederin tablet short
of a full medicine cabinet
Fell like my head has been
shredded like lettuce and cabbage
And if you ever see
a video for this shit
I'll probably be dressed up
like a mummy with my wrists slit
Cum on everybody, get down tonight (8X)
Got bitches on my jock
out in East Detroit
Cause they think that
I'm a motherfuckin Beastie Boy
So I told em I was Mike D, It was like
<gee I don't know, he might be!>
I told em, 'Meet me at
Kid Rock's next concert
I'll be standin by the
Loch Ness monster, peace out'
Then I jetted to the weed house
smoked out till I started
bustin freestyles
Broke out then I dipped quick
back to the crib, put on lipstick
Crushed up the Tylenol
then ate it with a dipstick
Made a couple of crank calls collect
'Ken Kaniff from Connecticut, can you accept?'
I wanna make songs all the fellas dub
And murder every rich rapper that I'm jealous of
So just remember when I bomb your set
Yo, I only cuss to
make your mom upset
Cum on everybody get down tonight (16X)
Testing one, two, um... twelve
My favoite color is red,
like the blood shed
From Kurt Cobain's head
when he shot himself dead
Women all grabbin' at my shishkabob
Bought Lauryn Hill's tape
so her kids could starve
You thought I was livid,
now I'm even more so
Shit I got full blown
AIDS and a sore throat
I got a wardrobe
with an orange robe
I'm in the fourth row,
signin autographs until my show
I just remembered that I'm absent minded
Wait, I mean I've lost
my mind I can't find it
I freestylin ever verse that I spit
Cuz I don't even remember
the words to my shit
I told the doc that I need
a change in sickness
I gave a girl herpes in
exchange for syphalis
Put my LP on your
Christmas wish list
You wanna get high,
here bitch just sniff this
Cum on everybody, get down tonight (8X)
I tried suicide once
and I'll try it again
That's why I write songs
where I die at the end
Cuz I don't give a fuck,
like my middle finger was stuck
And I was waving it at
everybody screamin' 'I suck'
I go on stage in front
of a sellout crowd
And yell out loud
'All of y'all get the hell out now'
Fuck rap, I'm givin' it up y'all, I'm Sorry
<But Eminem this is
your record release party!>
I'm bored out of my gord
So I took a hammer and nailed
my foot the the floorboard of my Ford
I guess I'm just a sick, sick bastard
Just one sandwich
short of a picnic basket
One Excederin tablet short
of a full medicine cabinet
Fell like my head has been
shredded like lettuce and cabbage
And if you ever see
a video for this shit
I'll probably be dressed up
like a mummy with my wrists slit
Cum on everybody, get down tonight (8X)
Got bitches on my jock
out in East Detroit
Cause they think that
I'm a motherfuckin Beastie Boy
So I told em I was Mike D, It was like
<gee I don't know, he might be!>
I told em, 'Meet me at
Kid Rock's next concert
I'll be standin by the
Loch Ness monster, peace out'
Then I jetted to the weed house
smoked out till I started
bustin freestyles
Broke out then I dipped quick
back to the crib, put on lipstick
Crushed up the Tylenol
then ate it with a dipstick
Made a couple of crank calls collect
'Ken Kaniff from Connecticut, can you accept?'
I wanna make songs all the fellas dub
And murder every rich rapper that I'm jealous of
So just remember when I bomb your set
Yo, I only cuss to
make your mom upset
Cum on everybody get down tonight (16X)
