Come On Everybody - Eminem

Hmm-hmm-hmhmhmmhm ahhh, whooooo!

Shit

Yo, mic check

Testing one, two, um twelve

(whattup whattup whattup Outsidaz)

This is my dance song (Outsidaz)

Can you hear me?

(Rah Digga, Pacewon, Young Zee)

Aight, ay turn my headphones up

(bust it bust it)

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

(I can’t stand white people!)

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 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

horus:

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

Yo.

yo yo yo yo

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 s*ck» (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 (I ain’t got it all)

One Excederin tablet short of a full medicine cabinet

I feel like my head has been shredded like lettuce and cabbage

(oh) And if you ever see a video for this sh*t

I’ll probably be dressed up like a mummy with my wrists slit

horus:

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 b*tches on my jock out in East Detroit

Cause they think that I’m a motherf*ckin 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 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 (*slurping*}

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

horus:

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

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

Cum on everybody -- get down tonight

Cum on everybody -- get down tonight

Cum on everybody -- get down tonight

Cum on everybody -- get down tonight