cum on everybody

• eminem parçası.
  
  [intro]
  yo, mic check, testing one, two, um.. twelve
  whattup whattup whattup! (outsidaz)
  this is my dance song; can you hear me?
  (rah digga, pacewon, young zee)
  alright, ay turn my headphones up
  
  [verse 1]
  my favorite color is red, like the blood shed
  from kurt cobain's head when he shot himself dead
  women all grabbin' at my shish-kabob
  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
  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
  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 want to get high? here, bitch, just sniff this!
  
  [hook]
  cum on everybody (get down tonight)
  
  [verse 2]
  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 screaming, "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
  (but eminem this is your record release party)
  i'm bored out of my gourd
  so i took a 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
  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
  
  [hook]
  
  [verse 3]
  got bitches on my jock out in east detroit
  cause they think that i'm a mothafuckin' 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"
  peace out, then i jetted to the weed house
  smoked out til 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 collect (*brrrrrrring, click*)
  "it's ken kaniff from connecticut, can you accept?"
  i want to 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