
C’mon Everybody (Get Down Tonight) (Original) Eminem
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[Intro]
Get down tonight
Get down tonight
Get down tonight (What up? What up? What up?)
Get down tonight (Outsidaz)
Get down tonight (Outsidaz)
Get down tonight (Rah Digga, Young Zee)
Get down tonight (Bus' it, bus' it)
[Verse 1]
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
(“I hate white people”)
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
No, 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 (Um... one, two...)
I told the doc I need a change in sickness
And gave a bitch herpes in exchange for syphilis
Put my EP on your Christmas gift list
You want to get high? Here, bitch, just sniff this!
Get down tonight
Get down tonight
Get down tonight (What up? What up? What up?)
Get down tonight (Outsidaz)
Get down tonight (Outsidaz)
Get down tonight (Rah Digga, Young Zee)
Get down tonight (Bus' it, bus' it)
[Verse 1]
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
(“I hate white people”)
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
No, 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 (Um... one, two...)
I told the doc I need a change in sickness
And gave a bitch herpes in exchange for syphilis
Put my EP on your Christmas gift list
You want to get high? Here, bitch, just sniff this!
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