Yo, mic check
Testing one, two, um, twelve
This is my dance song, can you hear me?
Alright, turn my headphones up
My favorite color is red, like the blood shed
In Kurt Cobains head when he shot himself dead
Women all grabbin at my shish-kabob
Bought Lauryn Hills tape so her kids could starve
You thought I was livid, now Im even more so
Shit I got full blown AIDS and a sore throat
I got a wardrobe with an orange robe
Im in the fourth row, signin autographs at your show
I just remembered that Im absent minded
Wait, I mean Ive lost my mind I cant find it
I freestylin ever verse that I spit
Cause I dont 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 L-P on your Christmas wish 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
I tried suicide once and Ill try it again
Thats why I write songs where I die at the end
Cause I dont 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 yall, get the hell out now
Fuck rap, Im givin it up yall, Im sorry
Im bored out of my gourd
So I took a hammer and nailed my foot the the floorboard of my Ford
I guess Im 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
Ill 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 Im a motherfuckin Beastie Boy
So I told em I was Mike D, they was like, Gee, I dont know, he might be
I told um meet me at Kid Rocks next concert
Ill 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 then ate it with a dipstick
Made a couple of crank calls collect
I wanna make songs on a fellas dub
And murder every rich rapper that Im 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