Yo, mic checkTestingOne, two, uhm… twelveWhattup, whattup, whattup!This is my dance songCan 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 deadWomen all grabbin’ at my shish-kabobBought Lauryn Hill’s tape so her kids could starveYou thought I was ill and now I’m even more soShit I got full-blown AIDS and a sore throatI got a wardrobe with an orange robeI’m in the fourth row, signin’ autographs at your showI just remembered that I’m absent-mindedWait, I mean I’ve lost my mind, I can’t find itI’m freestylin’ every verse that I spit‘Cause I don’t even remember the words to my shitI told the doc I need a change in sicknessAnd gave a girl herpes in exchange for syphilisPut my LP on your Christmas gift listYou want to get high? Here, bitch, just sniff this!

Cum on everybodyGet down tonight

Yo, yo, yo!I tried suicide once and I’ll try it againThat’s why I write songs where I die at the end‘Cause I don’t give a fuck, like my middle finger was stuckAnd 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 gourdSo I took a hammer and nailed my foot to the floorboard of my FordGuess I’m just a sick sick bastardWho’s one sandwich short of a picnic basketOne Excedrin tablet short of a full medicine cabinetI feel like my head has been shredded like lettuce and cabbageAnd if you ever see a video for this shitI’ll probably be dressed up like a mummy with my wrists slit

Cum on everybodyGet down tonight

Got bitches on my jock out in East DetroitCause they think that I’m a mothafuckin’ Beastie BoySo I told ’em I was Mike DThey 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 houseSmoked out till I started bustin’ freestylesBroke out then I dipped quick back to the crib, put on lipstickCrushed up the Tylenol and ate it with a dipstickMade a couple of crank calls collect“It’s Ken Kaniff from Connecticut, can you accept?”I want to make songs all the fellas dubAnd murder every rich rapper that I’m jealous ofSo just remember when I bomb your setYo, I only cuss to make your mom upset

Cum on everybodyGet down tonight

Song Name :	Come On Everybody
Album / Movie :	The Slim Shady LP
Singer :	Eminem
Music Label :	Interscope Records
Cast :	Eminem

Come on Everybody Lyrics -Eminem

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