Yo, mic check
Testing one, two, um twelve
(Outsidaz)
This is my dance song
(Outsidaz)
Can you hear me?
Aight, ay turn my headphones up
(Bust it bust it)

My favorite 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
(I can't stand white people)
You thought I was ill and 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 at your show
(Yo can you sign this right here?)

I just remembered that I'm absent minded
Wait, I mean I've lost my mind, I can't find it
I'm freestylin' every verse that I spit
'Cause I don't even remember the words to my shit
(Umm, one two)
I told the doc I need a change in sickness
And gave a girl herpes in exchange for syphilis
Put my LP on your Christmas gift list
You wanna get high, here bitch just sniff this

Cum on everybody, get down tonight
Cum on everybody, get down tonight
Cum on everybody, get down tonight
Cum on everybody, get down tonight

Cum on everybody, get down tonight
Cum on everybody, get down tonight
Cum on everybody, get down tonight
Cum on everybody, get down tonight

I tried suicide once and I'll try it again
That's why I write songs where I die at the end
'Cause I don't give a fuck, like my middle finger was stuck
And I was wavin' it at everybody screamin', "I suck"
(I suck)
I go on stage in front of a sellout crowd
And yell out loud, "All y'all get the hell out now"
Fuck rap, I'm givin' it up y'all, I'm sorry
Find more similar lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.com/rL5c(But Eminem this is your record release party)

I'm bored out of my gourd so I took the hammer
And nailed my foot to the floorboard of my Ford
Guess I'm just a sick sick bastard
Who's one sandwich short of a picnic basket
(I ain't got it all)
One Excedrin tablet short of a full medicine cabinet
I feel 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
Cum on everybody, get down tonight
Cum on everybody, get down tonight
Cum on everybody, get down tonight

Cum on everybody, get down tonight
Cum on everybody, get down tonight
Cum on everybody, get down tonight
Cum on everybody, get down tonight

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
They 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
(Okay)
Peace out
(Bye)"
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 and ate it with a dipstick
Made a couple of crank calls connect
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
Cum on everybody, get down tonight
Cum on everybody, get down tonight
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