Eminem - Cum On Everybody - Slim Shady LP

Yo, Mic check
Testing one, two, um... twelve

My favorite color is red, like the bloodshed
from Curt Cobains head when he shot himself dead
Women all grabbing' at my shishkabob
Bought Lauren 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, signing' autographs before my show
I just remembered that I'm absent minded
Wait, I mean I've lost my mind I can't find it
I freestyling 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 syphilis
Put my LP on your Christmas wish list
You wanna get high, here bitch just sniff this

Cum on everybody, get down tonight (x8)

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 screaming' "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 giving' it up y'all, I'm Sorry
[But Eminem this is your record release party!]
I'm bored out of my gourd
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 Excedrin 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 (x8)

Got bitches on my dock out in East Detroit
Cuz they think I'm a motherfuckin Beastie Boy
So I told 'um I was Mike D,
It was like [gee I don't know, he might be!]
I told um meet me at Kid Rocks next concert
I'll be standing 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
[its ken kaniff from connecticut can u accept?]
I wanna make songs all the fellas love
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 (x8) (8x)

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