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Bad Meets Evil Lyrics for Song: I'm On Everything
 Lyrics for Album: Hell: The Sequel [2011]
 
 
 
 4669>All these little young kids aint 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
 
 Henna henna sober don't interest me
 
 I'm on everything
 
 Bout to sip the liquor like it's caine
 
 Thats how high I am
 
 
 
 I take painkillers to ease the pain
 
 Though I aint in pain
 
 No, we ain't the same, we drunk
 
 I'm on everything
 
 
 
 Sick when I kick it, gout
 
 Me sobering up, ha, alf
 
 Cash rules everything, acid tab, hash, 'rooms
 
 I done woke up with a f-cking tiger in my bathroom
 
 I am f-cking high, high, high, 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
 
 
 
 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 pillars
 
 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 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 Farve, 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 f-cking tangled hair rasta
 
 Farian, Jamaican, relax, man
 
 I'll send a fucking axe at you if you insist on a fucking ac-cent
 
 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 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 MYEX
 
 [Eminem]
 
 F-u-c-ked up, and it's obvious
 
 
 
 [Royce Da 5'9"]
 
 Smoke and 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 brought 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?
 
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