Eminem - I'm On Everything Lyrics
All these little young kids ain't got no directionShit, these lil kids is on everythingSyrup. Painkillers. Cigarette. Weed. Hennessy. Vodka. hahaha haI’m on everything (x5)Syrup. Painkillers. Cigarette. Weed. Hennessy. Vodka. hahaha haI’m on everything (x5)[Royce Da 5'9"]I’m on syrup painkillers, cigarette, weedSober don’t interest meI’m on everythingBout to sip the liquor like it’s caineThats how high I amI take painkillers to ease the painThough I aint in painNo, we, ain’t the same, we drunkI’m on everything‘Cept when I kick it, goutMe sobering up, ha, alfCash rules everything, acid tab, hash, ‘roomsI done woke up with a f-cking tiger in my bathroomI am f-cking high, high, high, highMenace to society I feel sorry for your motherMe and Vicious on ‘shroomsCall us the Mario brothersBack down, we never back downNever laid outCan’t put my back downSyrup, 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 ‘emI need a cane and pillowsI’m on everythingSick when I kick it, barfMe sobering up, fartI crush ya brain like a pill crusher, lets crush a pill yeahF-ck, I think I just crushed my last Tylenol 3 upGrab the key up off the counter till the camp all left the cribMan, whoda knew that 3 in the morning I’d still be upCould barely see up over the steering wheel, crashed the whip, tore a tree upOn my way to the dealer’s, tryna re-upCall me Brett Favre, spell it F-A-V-R, E, yepIt’s wrong, other words I just f-cked my RV up*****, it’s on again yeah, break that Klonopin in halfWhile I smoke some chronic in the cab with Donovan McNabbAnd I dye my hair back blonde again and laughI’m the real macaroni you cheesy *****, I’m demonic with the craftThere’s a devil in my noodle, you angel hair pastaFlows dreaded like some f-cking tangled hair rasta……farian, Jamaican, relax, manI’ll send a f-cking axe at you if you insist on a f-cking accentBad and Evil is back with an epidural, c heck ya girl‘Cause after we prop you up, we propping her upSo, baby, come put ya feet up in these stirrupsYour boyfriend better find another f-cking whore to smash the stir upWe rap like we’re onSyrup, 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, speedUh, classic!It’s Eminem and him again, my sentiments exactlyI told that ***** to get at me, then the ***** attacked meKid you not, I’m lit up as f-ck, tablecloth tucked in my pantsThen 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 centerWit’ a coupon book and a hundred and ten bucksAnd a bunch of change and wife beater with a mustard stainI’ll crush your brain like I’m crushing pillsWhat the f-ck’s the muthf-cking deal?This shit’s making me feel like I’m tryna do a muthf-ckin 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 seeThe sequel to Scary Movie, bad is to evil, the roofie to Roethlisberger[Royce Da 5'9"]You are gonna wind up six feet deepUnder that shits creek so I hope that you want preservers[Eminem]You could put a turd on the plateSilverware on the tablecloth to serve usYou don’t bring shit to the tableI mean your grill like a Seville when a mark gets murderedYou pushing the envelope, and I’m shovin’ that whole post office furtherRight off the surface, to the serpents in the darkest and the farthest corner[Royce Da 5'9"]How many bars, how many barsMaui, wowee, sour diesel, how many jars,To all my people I’ll be the Mars, mommy come onShe can actually wrap my nutsack ’round the back of her neck in a bathroom stallAnd 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 whoreDrown her, bang her head on the passenger doorWhen I’m stashin’ ‘er in the back, smackin’ her forehead on the dashAnd its accidentally blowin’, a Benz jeep horn[Royce]My friends be knowin’ that when I’m on a binge, I’m stingyEven when I’m ten deep in a room with the MG and and wit’ Lindsay Lohan and she on…
