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"I'm On Everything"

(feat. Mike Epps)


All these little young kids ain't got no direction

Shit, these lil kids is on everything

Syrup. Painkillers. Cigarette. Weed. Hennessy. Vodka. hahaha ha


I’m on everything [x5]


Syrup. Painkillers. Cigarette. Weed. Hennessy. Vodka. hahaha ha


I’m on everything [x5]


[Royce Da 5'9"]

I’m on syrup painkillers, cigarette, weed

Sober don’t interest me

I’m on everything

Bout to sip the liquor like it’s caine

That's how high I am


I take painkillers to ease the pain

Though I ain't in pain

No, we, ain’t the same, we drunk

I’m on everything


‘Cept when I kick it, gout

Me sobering up, ha, alf

Cash rules everything, acid tab, hash, ‘rooms

I done woke up with a fucking tiger in my bathroom

I am fucking high, high, high, high

Menace to society I feel sorry for your mother

Me and Vicious on ‘shrooms

Call us the Mario brothers

Back down, we never back down

Never laid out

Can’t put my back down


Syrup, Painkillers, Cigarette, Weed, Hennessy, Vodka,

I’m on everything [x5]


[Eminem]

Painkillers, I call ‘em ‘caine pillars

‘Cause they’ll hold me up when I take ‘em

I need a cane and pillows

I’m on everything


Sick when I kick it, barf

Me sobering up, fart

I crush ya brain like a pill crusher, lets crush a pill yeah

Fuck, I think I just crushed my last Tylenol 3 up


Grab the key up off the counter till the camp all left the crib

Man, whoda knew that 3 in the morning I’d still be up

Could barely see up over the steering wheel, crashed the whip, tore a tree up

On my way to the dealer’s, tryna re-up

Call me Brett Favre, spell it F-A-V-R, E, yep

It’s wrong, other words I just fucked my RV up

Bitch, it’s on again yeah, break that Klonopin in half

While I smoke some chronic in the cab with Donovan McNabb

And I dye my hair back blonde again and laugh

I’m the real macaroni you cheesy bitch, I’m demonic with the craft

There’s a devil in my noodle, you angel hair pasta

Flows dreaded like some fucking tangled hair rasta…

…farian, Jamaican, relax, man

I’ll send a fucking axe at you if you insist on a fucking accent

Bad and Evil is back with an epidural, c heck ya girl

‘Cause after we prop you up, we propping her up

So, baby, come put ya feet up in these stirrups

Your boyfriend better find another fucking whore to smash the stir up

We rap like we’re on


Syrup, Painkillers, Cigarette, Weed, Hennessy, Vodka,

I’m on everything [x5]


Syrup, Painkillers, Cigarette, Weed, Hennessy, Vodka,

I’m on everything [x5]


[Royce Da 5'9"]

I’m on syrup painkillers, cigarette, speed

Uh, classic!

It’s Eminem and him again, my sentiments exactly

I told that bitch to get at me, then the bitch attacked me

Kid you not, I’m lit up as fuck, tablecloth tucked in my pants

Then I’m hearing dishes drop, ’cause I walked away from my dinner with schmucks


[Eminem]

Then I aimed to the front of the K-Mart shopping center

Wit’ a coupon book and a hundred and ten bucks

And a bunch of change and wife beater with a mustard stain

I’ll crush your brain like I’m crushing pills

What the fuck’s the muthfucking deal?

This shit’s making me feel like I’m tryna do a muthfuckin cartwheel up a hill


[Royce Da 5'9"]

How many bars, how many tabs?

A-c-i-d, y-e-s, ’cause I’m sniffin NYES


[Eminem]

F-u-c-ked up, and it’s obvious


[Royce Da 5'9"]

Smoking Henny in my chest


[Eminem]

I’m B-A-N-A-N-A-S


[Royce Da 5'9"]

I’m a C-O-C-O-N-U-T


[Eminem]

Put this CD in and you’ll see

The sequel to Scary Movie, bad is to evil, the roofie to Roethlisberger


[Royce Da 5'9"]

You are gonna wind up six feet deep

Under that shits creek so I hope that you want preservers


[Eminem]

You could put a turd on the plate

Silverware on the tablecloth to serve us

You don’t bring shit to the table

I mean your grill like a Seville when a mark gets murdered

You pushing the envelope, and I’m shovin’ that whole post office further

Right off the surface, to the serpents in the darkest and the farthest corner


[Royce Da 5'9"]

How many bars, how many bars

Maui, wowee, sour diesel, how many jars,

To all my people I’ll be the Mars, mommy come on

She can actually wrap my nutsack ’round the back of her neck in a bathroom stall

And she can just puke from sipping this piss from my 24-inch catheter cord


[Eminem]

I’m the type that’ll take a bath wit’ a whore

Drown her, bang her head on the passenger door

When I’m stashin’ ‘er in the back, smackin’ her forehead on the dash

And its accidentally blowin’, a Benz jeep horn


[Royce]

My friends be knowin’ that when I’m on a binge, I’m stingy

Even when I’m ten deep in a room with the MG and and wit’ Lindsay Lohan and she on…