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Yo, mic check | Testing | One, two, uhm... twelve
Yo, mic check Testing One, two, uhm... twelve Whattup, whattup, whattup! This is my dance song Can you hear me? Alright, ay turn my headphones up 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 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! 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! 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 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 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 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 collect "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 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 Cum on everybody Get down tonight Cum on everybody Get down tonight
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