Cum on Everybody
Eminem Lyrics


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Yo, mic check
Testing one, two, um, twelve (what up, what up)
This is my dance song, can you hear me?
Alright, turn my headphones up
My favorite color is red, like the blood shed
In 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 can't stand white people)
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 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' ever verse that I spit
'Cause 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 syphilis
Put my LP on your Christmas wish list
You want to get high, here bitch just sniff this
Cum on everybody, get down tonight
Cum on everybody, get down tonight
Cum on everybody, get down tonight
Cum on everybody, get down tonight
Cum on everybody, get down tonight
Cum on everybody, get down tonight
Cum on everybody, get down tonight
Cum 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 fuck, like my middle finger was stuck
And I was waving it at everybody screamin', "I suck" (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 gourd
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 (I ain't got it all)
One Excedrin 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
Cum on everybody, get down tonight
Cum on everybody, get down tonight
Cum on everybody, get down tonight
Cum on everybody, get down tonight
Cum on everybody, get down tonight
Cum on everybody, get down tonight
Cum on everybody, get down tonight

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, they 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, I'mma peace out
Then I jetted to the weed house
Smoked out 'til 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 on a 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
Cum on everybody, get down tonight
Cum on everybody, get down tonight
Cum on everybody, get down tonight
Cum on everybody, get down tonight
Cum on everybody, get down tonight
Cum on everybody, get down tonight
Cum on everybody, get down tonight
Cum on everybody, get down tonight
Cum on everybody, get down tonight
Cum on everybody, get down tonight
Cum on everybody, get down tonight
Cum on everybody, get down tonight
Cum on everybody, get down tonight
Cum on everybody, get down tonight




Cum on everybody, get down tonight
Cum on everybody, get down tonight

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Eminem's song "Cum on Everybody" explore themes of nihilism, self-deprecation, and rebellion against societal norms. The opening lines of the song introduce the singer's persona as a rebellious, antisocial character who revels in shocking others. He makes references to the suicide of Kurt Cobain and the starvation of Lauryn Hill's children to illustrate his own lack of empathy and detachment from the world around him.


As the song progresses, the singer becomes increasingly unhinged and unpredictable. He jokes about having AIDS and herpes, and boasts about giving a girl herpes in exchange for syphilis. The chorus of the song, "Cum on everybody, get down tonight," is a vulgar and explicit invitation to sexual debauchery, suggesting that the singer is looking to escape reality by indulging in extreme behavior.


The final verse of the song is particularly unsettling, as the singer describes his desire to murder successful rappers he is jealous of. The song ends with the singer warning his audience that he only uses offensive language to upset people, indicating that his aggression and rebellion are rooted in a desire to provoke reactions from those around him.


Overall, "Cum on Everybody" is a bold and provocative exploration of nihilism and self-destruction. Through the character of the singer, Eminem illustrates the dangers of pushing societal boundaries to their extremes and the toll that such behavior can take on an individual's mental health and well-being.


Line by Line Meaning

Yo, mic check
Performing a sound test, making sure the audience can hear the performer


Testing one, two, um, twelve (what up, what up)
Another sound test, counting up to check the microphone's volume


This is my dance song, can you hear me?
Asking if the volume on the song is loud enough to dance to


Alright, turn my headphones up
Asking for the volume of the headphones to be increased


My favorite color is red, like the blood shed In Kurt Cobain's head when he shot himself dead
Focusing on the intensity of the color red, comparing it to the bloodshed during Kurt Cobain's suicide


Women all grabbin' at my shish-kabob Bought Lauryn Hill's tape so her kids could starve (I can't stand white people)
Making inappropriate and insensitive comments about women and referencing an untrue stereotype about black people not caring for their kids


You thought I was livid, now I'm even more so Shit I got full blown AIDS and a sore throat
The singer is angry and exaggerates his predicament by claiming to have 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
Wearing an orange robe and suggesting he is attending a signing at a concert


I just remembered that I'm absent minded Wait, I mean I've lost my mind, I can't find it
Joking about losing his mind and not being able to remember things


I'm freestylin' ever verse that I spit 'Cause I don't even remember the words to my shit
Making up lyrics on the spot and admitting to not remembering his own lyrics


I told the doc that I need a change in sickness I gave a girl herpes in exchange for syphilis
Making another inappropriate comment about having diseases, implying that he willingly spread them to someone else


Put my LP on your Christmas wish list You want to get high, here bitch just sniff this
Promoting his LP and providing drugs to someone


Cum on everybody, get down tonight
Encouraging the audience to dance and have a good time


I tried suicide once and I'll try it again That's why I write songs where I die at the end
Admitting to trying suicide and alluding to the fact that he may do it again, explaining why some songs end with his character's death


'Cause I don't give a fuck, like my middle finger was stuck And I was waving it at everybody screamin', "I suck" (I suck)
The singer doesn't care about what other people think of him, using his middle finger as a symbol of rebellion


I go on stage in front of a sellout crowd And yell out loud, "All of y'all, get the hell out now"
Being confrontational with the audience, calling them out and telling them to leave


I'm bored out of my gourd So I took a hammer and nailed my foot the the floorboard of my Ford
Feeling extremely bored and doing something extreme and painful to fight it


I guess I'm just a sick, sick bastard Just one sandwich short of a picnic basket (I ain't got it all)
Acknowledging his own mental health issues, making light of the situation by suggesting he's just missing one piece of the puzzle


One Excedrin tablet short of a full medicine cabinet Fell like my head has been shredded like lettuce and cabbage
Suggesting he is mentally unstable and experiencing headaches, comparing his brain to 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
If a music video were made, the artist would be dressed as a mummy with self-harm wounds


Got bitches on my jock out in East Detroit 'Cause they think that I'm a motherfuckin' Beastie Boy
Having female fans in Detroit, who mistake the singer for someone else


So I told 'em I was Mike D, they 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, I'mma peace out
Posing as someone else to mess with his fans, providing fake information about himself and joking about standing next to a mythical creature


Then I jetted to the weed house Smoked out 'til 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
Going to a friend's house to smoke marijuana until he starts rapping spontaneously. After leaving the friend's house, he goes back home and eats medication with an unusual utensil


Made a couple of crank calls collect "Ken Kaniff from Connecticut, can you accept?"
Making prank calls to strangers


I wanna make songs on a fellas dub And murder every rich rapper that I'm jealous of
Wanting to record songs on someone else's financial resources, and threatening to harm successful rappers he is envious of


So just remember when I bomb your set Yo, I only cuss to make your mom upset
Threatening to disrupt someone's performance, admitting that using profanity is a way to provoke a reaction from parents




Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: Jeff Bass, Mark Bass, Marshall Mathers

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Noah


on Remember Me?

Remember me? S executions
Remember me? I have no remorse
Remember me? I'm high-powered
Remember me? I drop bombs like Hiroshima

For this one, they scream "X, you retarded?!"
'Cause I grab the mic and get down like syndrome
Hide and roam into the masses
Without boundaries, which qualifies me
For the term "universal" without no rehearsal
I leak words that's controversial
Like I'm not the one you wanna contest, see
'Cause I'll hit your ass like the train did that bitch
That got banned from TV, heavyweight getup
Hit you, watch your whole head split up
Loco is the motion, we comin' through
Hollow-tips is the lead the .45 threw

Remember me? Throw your guns in the air
Remember me? Slam, slam
Remember me? Nigga, back the fuck up
Remember me? Chka-chka-Onyx

Niggas that take no for an answer get told no
Yeah, I been told no, but it was more like "No! No! No!"
Life a bitch, met her, fuck you if you let her
Better come better than better to be a competitor
This vet is ahead of the shit, it's all redder, you deader and deader
A medic instead of the cheddars and credda
Settle vendetta with metal Beretta from ghetto to ghetto
Evidence, nope, never leave a shred of
I got the soul of every rapper in me, love me or hate me
My moms got raped by the industry and made me
I'm the illest nigga ever, I told you
I get more pussy than them dyke bitches Total
Want beef, nigga? Pfft, you better dead that shit
My name should be Can't-Believe-That-Nigga-Said-That-Shit
Probably sayin' he ain't a killer, but I'm killin' myself
Smoke death, fuck bitches raw on the kitchen floor
So think what I'ma do to you, have done to you
Got niggas in my hood who'd do that shit for a blunt or two
What you wanna do? Cocksuckers, we Glock busters
'Til the cops cuff us, gon' start ruckus and drop blockbusters
Round the clock hustlers, you cannot touch us
I'm gettin' wires, niggas wantin' me dead
Wantin' my head, you think it could be somethin' I said?

Remember me? I just don't give a fuck
Remember me? Yeah, fuck you too
Remember me? I'm low down and I'm shifty
Remember me? I'm Shady

When I go out, I'ma go out shootin'
I don't mean when I die, I mean when I go out to the club, stupid
I'm tryin' to clean up my fuckin' image
So I promised the fuckin' critics
I wouldn't say "fuckin'" for six minutes
(Six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)
My baby's mom, bitch made me an angry blonde
So I made me a song, killed her and put Hailie on
I may be wrong, I keep thinkin' these crazy thoughts
In my cranium, but I'm stuck with a crazy mom
(Is she really on as much dope as you say she's on?)
Came home and somebody must've broke in the back window
And stole two loaded machine guns and both of my trench coats
Six sick dreams of picnic scenes
Two kids, sixteen, with M-16s and ten clips each
And them shits reach through six kids each
And Slim gets blamed in Bill Clint's speech to fix these streets?!
Fuck that! Pfft, you faggots can vanish to volcanic ash
And reappear in hell with a can of gas and a match
Aftermath, Dre, grab the gat, show 'em where it's at
(What the fuck you starin' at, nigga?)

Don't you remember me?
Remember me?
Remember me?
Remember me? (Slim Shady!)

28Rivals


on Lose Yourself

@elchihuahua420 Damn bro, stay strong "You only get one shot don't miss your chance to blow." Don't let them bring you down in life and keep pushing

Noah


on Till ICollapse

Not Afraid

hope


on The Real Slim Shady

hi

eminem


on Crazy In Love

great song

serenity noble


on Lose Yourself

awesome

serenity noble


on The Real Slim Shady

awesome

serenity noble


on Lose Yourself

i love it
#eminemfan

Mind Space Apocalypse


on ShadyXV

Greatest of all time

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