My favorite color was red, like the bloodshed From Kurt Cobain's head, when he shot himself dead Women all rappin' and my ***s kabob Fought Lauryn Hill's tape so her kids could starve She thought I was ill, now I'm even more so ***, I got full-blown AIDS and a sore throat I got a wardrobe with an orange roll I'm in the 4th 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 *** 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 wanna get high here, bitch, just snip this 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 Cause I don't give a ***, like my middle finger was stuck When I was wavin' it at everybody, screamin' I suck I'm on stage in front of a sell-out crowd And yell out loud, all y'all get the hell out now *** 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 master There'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 *** I'll probably be dressed up like a mummy with my wrist slit Come on everybody, get down tonight Got bitches on my dock out in East Detroit Cause they think that I'm a mother***in' beastie boy So I told them I was Mike D, they was like, gee, I don't know who you might be I told them meet me at Kid Rock's next concert I'll be standin' by the Loch Ness Monster I'ma peace out, then I did it to the weed house Smoked out till I started bustin' freestyles Broke out, then I dipped quick, back to the crib Put on lipstick, crust up the talent all and ate it with a dipstick Made a couple of crank calls, collect Can't kidnap from Connecticut, can you accept? I wanna make songs all the fellas love 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