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I'm On Everything (ft. Mike Epps)

All these little young kids ain't got no direction

Shit, these lil' kids is on everythingSyrup, painkillers, cigarette, weed, Hennessy, vodka

I'm on everything

I'm on everything

I'm on everything

I'm on everything

I'm on everythingSyrup, painkillers, cigarette, weed, Hennessy, vodka

I'm on everything

I'm on everything

I'm on everything

I'm on everything

I'm on everythingI'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 amI 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, 'shrooms

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 downSyrup, painkillers, cigarette, weed, Hennessy, vodka

I'm on everything

I'm on everything

I'm on everything

I'm on everything

I'm on everythingPainkillers, I call 'em Caine pillars

'Cause they'll hold me up when I take 'em

I need a cane and pillows

I'm on everythingSick 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 three upGrab the key up off the counter till the camp all left the crib

Man, who'd knew that three 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 blond again and laughI'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, check 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 onSyrup, painkillers, cigarette, weed, Hennessy, vodka

I'm on everything

I'm on everything

I'm on everything

I'm on everything

I'm on everythingSyrup, painkillers, cigarette, weed, Hennessy, vodka

I'm on everything

I'm on everything

I'm on everything

I'm on everything

I'm on everythingI'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 schmucksThen I aimed to the front of the K-Mart shopping center

With' 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 muthfuckin' deal?

This shit's making me feel like I'm tryna do a mothafuckin' cartwheel up a hillHow many bars, how many tabs?

A-c-i-d, y-e-s, 'cause I'm sniffin n-y-e-s

F-you-c-k'ed up, and it's obvious

Smoking Henny in my chest

I'm b-a-n-a-n-a-s

I'm a c-o-c-o-n-you-tPut this CD in and then you'll see

The sequel to Scary Movie, bad is to evil,

the roofie to Roethlisberger

You are gonna wind up six feet deep

Under that shits creek so I hope that you brought preserversYou 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 cornerHow many bars, how many bars

Maui, wow wee, sour diesel, how many jars,

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

She can actually wrap my nut sack 'round the back of her neck in a bathroom stall

And she can just puke from sipping this piss from my twenty four inch catheter cordI'm the type that'll take a bath with' 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 hornMy 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 with' Lindsay Lohan and she on

Syrup, painkillers, cigarette, weed, Hennessy, vodka

Songwriters

Porter, Denaun M / Mathers, Marshall B Iii / Montgomery, Ryan / Jackson, Horace / Merzin, AlexanderPublished by

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