Yo mic check Testing one, two um twelve This is my dancing room can you hear me? My favorite 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 You thought I was livid now I'm even more so Shit I got full blown AID's 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'm freestylin' every verse that I spit 'Coz I don't even remember the words to my shit I told the doc I need a change in sickness I gave a girl herpes in exchange for syphalis Put my L.P on your Christmas gift list You wanna get high, here bitch just sniff this Come on everybody, get down tonight Come on everybody, get down tonight Come on everybody, get down tonight Come on everybody, get down tonight Come on everybody, get down tonight Come on everybody, get down tonight Come on everybody, get down tonight Come on everybody, get down tonight I tried suicide once and I'll try it again That's why I write songs where I die at the end 'Coz 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 To 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 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 Come on everybody, get down tonight Come on everybody, get down tonight Come on everybody, get down tonight Come on everybody, get down tonight Come on everybody, get down tonight Come on everybody, get down tonight Come on everybody, get down tonight Come on everybody, get down tonight Got bitches on my jock out in East Detroit 'Coz they think that I'm a motherfuckin' Beastie Boy So I told 'em I was Mike D, it was like G I don't know he might be I told 'em, "Meet me at Kid Rock's next concert And I'll be standin' by the Loch Ness monster" I'm 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 "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 Come on everybody, get down tonight Come on everybody, get down tonight Come on everybody, get down tonight Come on everybody, get down tonight Come on everybody, get down tonight Come on everybody, get down tonight Come on everybody, get down tonight Come on everybody, get down tonight Come on everybody, get down tonight Come on everybody, get down tonight Come on everybody, get down tonight Come on everybody, get down tonight ... © ENSIGN MUSIC CORP; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com