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| Eminem The Slim Shady LP Cum On Everybody Yo, mic check Testing one, two, um... twelve My favoite color is red, like the blood shed In Kurt Cobains head when he shot himself dead Women all grabbin' at my shishkabob Bought Lauren Hill's tape so her kids could starve You thought I was limp, 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 gift 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 Cause 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 (x8) Got bitches on my jock out in East Detroit Cuz they think I'm a motherfuckin Beastie Boy So I told 'um I was Mike D, They was like (gee I don't know, he might be!) I told um meet me at Kid Rocks 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 I wanna make songs all the fellas dog 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) (x8) |
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