[Intro: Mike Epps]
All these little young kids ain't got no direction
Shit, these lil kids is on everything
[Hook: Mike Epps]
Syrup, painkillers, cigarette, weed
Hennessy, vodka, hah-hah-huh, hah-hah
I'm on everything
I'm on everything
I'm on everything
I'm on everything
I'm on
[Verse 1: Royce da 5'9"]
I’m on syrup, painkillers, cigarette, weed
Henny-Henny, sober don’t interest me
I’m on everytha-a-ang
'Bout to sniff the liquor like it’s 'ca-a-a-aine:
That's how high I am (I'm blue)
I take painkillers to ease the pain, though I ain't in pain
No, we, ain’t the same: you drunk, I’m on everything
Sick when I kick it, gout, me sobering up: Ha! ALF
Cash rules everything, acid tab, hash, 'shrooms
I done woke up with a fucking tiger in my bathroom
I am fucking (high) {bdlldadhld}, (high) {bdlldadhld}, (high) {bdlldadhld} (high)
Menace to society, I feel sorry for your mother
Me and Vishis on 'shrooms, call us the Mario Brothers
Back down, we never back down, never laid out, can’t put my back down
[Hook: Mike Epps]
(I'm on) syrup, painkillers, cigarette, weed
Hennessy, vodka, hah-hah-huh, hah-hah
I'm on everything
I'm on everything
I'm on everything
I'm on everything
I'm on
[Verse 2: Eminem]
Painkillers, I call them 'caine pillars
Cause to hold me up when I take ‘em
I need a cane and pillars, I’m on everything
Sick when I kick it: barf
Me sobering up, {fart noise}: fart
I crush your brain like a pill crusher, let's crush a pill yeah
Fuck, I think I just crushed my last Tylenol 3 up
Grab the key up off the counter to the camper, left the crib
Man, who'da 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. Yup
It’s wrong, in 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 Kraft!
There’s a devil in my noodle, you: angel hair pasta
Flows dreaded like some fucking tangled hair Rasta
-farian, Jamaican, Relax mon
I’ll send a fucking axe at you if you insist on a fucking accent
Bad and Evil is back with an epidural, check ya girl
Cause after we pop you up, we're propping her up
So, baby, come put ya feet up in these stirrups
Your boyfriend better find another fucking hornets' nest to stir up
We rap like we’re on
[Hook: Mike Epps]
(I'm on) syrup, painkillers, cigarette, weed
Hennessy, vodka, hah-hah-huh, hah-hah
I'm on everything
I'm on everything
I'm on everything
I'm on everything
(I'm on) syrup, painkillers, cigarette, weed
Hennessy, vodka, hah-hah-huh, hah-hah
I'm on everything
I'm on everything
I'm on everything
I'm on everything
[Verse 3: Royce da 5'9"]
I’m on syrup, painkillers, cigarette, speed, Henny-henna... 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
[Verse 4: Eminem]
Then I enter the front of the K-Mart shopping center with a coupon book
And a hundred and ten bucks and a bunch of change
And a wife beater with a mustard stain
I’ll crush your brain like I’m crushing pills
What the fuck’s the mothafuckin' deal?
This shit’s making me feel like I’m tryna do a mothafuckin' cartwheel up a hill
[Verse 5: Royce da 5'9" & (Eminem)]
How many bars, how many tabs?
Of A-C-I-D? Y-E-S
Cause I’m sniffin' M-Y E-X
(F-U-C-Ked up, and it’s obvious)
Smoke and Henny in my chest
(I’m B-A-N-A-N-A-S)
I’m a C-O-C-O-N-U-T
[Verse 6: Eminem & (Royce da 5'9")]
Put this CD in then you’ll see, the sequel to Scary Movie
Bad is to Evil, a roofie to Roethlisberger
(You are gonna wind up six feet deep, under that shit's creek
So I hope that you brought preservers)
You could put a turd on the plate
Silverware on the tablecloth to serve us
You don’t bring shit to the table
I'm in your grill like a Seville when a moth gets murdered
You pushing the envelope and I’m shovin’ that whole post office further
Right off the surface of this earth
To the serpents in the darkest and the farthest corner
[Verse 7: Royce da 5'9"]
How many bars? How many bars?
Maui Wowie, Sour Diesel, how many jars?
To all my people, I’ll be to 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
[Verse 8: Eminem]
I’m the type that’ll take a bath on a whore
Drown her, bang her head on the passenger door
When I’m stashin’ her in the back, smacking her fore-
Head on the dash 'til it's accidentally blowin’
The Benz Jeep horn
[Verse 9: Royce da 5'9"]
My friends be knowin’
That when I’m on a binge, I’m stingy
Even when I’m ten deep in a room at the MGM
With Lindsay Lohan and she on
[Outro: Mike Epps]
Syrup, painkillers, cigarette, weed, Hennessy, vodka
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