Yo mic check
Testing one two um twelve

My favoite 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 AIDS 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 freestylin ever verse that I spit
Cuz I don't 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 syphalis
Put my LP on your Christmas wish list
You wanna get high, here bitch just sniff this

Cum on everybody, get down tonight (8X)

I tried suicide once and I'll try it again
That's why I write songs where I die at the end
Cuz 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

I'm bored out of my gord
So I took a hammer and nailed my foot the 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
Fell 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

Cum on everybody, get down tonight (8X)

Got bitches on my jock out in East Detroit
Cause they think that I'm a motherfuckin Beastie Boy
So I told em I was Mike D, It was like