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I'm On Everything (ft. Mike Epps)

I'm On Everything (ft. Mike Epps) lyrics by Bad Meets Evil. All these little young kids ain't got no direction Shit, these lil kids is on everything Syrup,...

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I'm On Everything (ft. Mike Epps)

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All these little young kids ain't got no direction

Shit, these lil kids is on everything

Syrup, painkillers, cigarette, weed

Hennessy, vodka (I'm on everything)

I'm on syrup, painkillers, cigarette, weed

Henny-henny, 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

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, let's 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, 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, 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 rastafarian

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 pop you up, we popping 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

I'm on syrup painkillers, cigarette, speed, henny.. 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

(Then 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 muthfucking deal?

This shit's making me feel like I'm tryna do

A muthfuckin cartwheel up a hill)

How many bars, how many tabs? A-c-I-d? Y-e-s

Cause I'm sniffin nyes (f-u-c-ked 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-u-t (put this cd in and you'll see

The sequel to scary movie, bad is too evil, the roofie to roethlisberger)

You are gonna wind up six feet deep under that shits creek so I hope that you want 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 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)

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

(I'm the type that'll take a bath with a whore, drown her,

Bang her head on the passenger door

When I'm stashin' her in the back, smackin' her forehead on the dash and its accidentally blowin?

A benz jeep horn)

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 with lindsay lohan and she on

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