🎵 I’m On Everything // by Bad Meets Evil

158 ContributorsI’m On Everything Lyrics Track 5 from Hell: The Sequel, Eminem & Royce sing a humorous song about drugs (no surprise when Eminem enters the studio, just look at songs like “Purple Pills”) and about how they’re on shit more wicked… Read More  [Intro: Mike Epps] All these little young kids ain't got no direction Shit, these lil' kids is on everything [Chorus: 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 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 1: Royce da 5'9" & Mike Epps] I'm on syrup, painkillers, cigarette, weed Henny-Henny, sober don't interest me, I'm on everythi-i-ing 'Bout to sniff the liquor like it's 'cai-ai-ai-ai-aine That's how high I am, I'm blowed I take painkillers to ease the pain, though I ain't in pain No, we ain't the same (Woo), you drunk, I'm on everything Sick when I kick it, gout, me, soberin' up? Ha! ALF Cash rules everything, acid tab, hash, 'shrooms I done woke up with a fuckin' tiger in my bathroom I am fuckin' hah (Blublublub), hah (Blublublub) Hah (Blublublub), hah Menace to society, I feel sorry for your mother Me and Vishis on 'shrooms, call us the Mario Brothers Back down (Hah), we never back down (Hah) Never laid out (Hah), can't put my back down (Hah) [Chorus: 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 [Verse 2: Eminem] Painkillers, I call 'em cane 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* Fart! I'll 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 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, yup 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 Kraft There's a devil in my noodle, you – angel hair pasta Flow's dreaded like some fuckin' tangled hair Rasta-farian Jamaican, relax, man, I'll send a fuckin' axe at you If you insist on a fuckin' accent Bad and Evil is back with an epidural, check ya girl 'Cause after we prop you up, we're proppin' her up So, baby, come put ya feet up in these stirrups Your boyfriend better find another fuckin' hornets' nest to stir up We rap like we're on [Chorus: 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; 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) [Interlude: Royce Da 5'9"] I'm on syrup, painkillers, cigarette, speed Henny – heh, classic! [Verse 3: Royce da 5'9"] "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 'til I'm hearing dishes drop As I walk away from my dinner with schmucks [Verse 4: Eminem & Royce da 5'9"] 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 crushin' 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 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-K'd 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, put this CD in, then you'll see The sequel to "Scary Movie" Bad is to Evil, a roofie to Roethlisberger You don't wanna wind up six feet deep under that shit's creek So I hope that you bought preservers You could put a turd on the plate Silverware and a tablecloth to serve us You don't bring shit to the table I'm in your grill like a Seville when the moth gets murdered You're pushin' the envelope When I'm shovin' that whole post office further Right off the surface of this earth Into the darkest and the farthest corners [Verse 5: Royce da 5'9" & Eminem] 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 Or she could just puke from sippin' 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 While I'm stashing her in the back, smacking her forehead On the dash 'til it's accidentally blowin', the 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 at the MGM With Lindsay Lohan and she on [Outro: Mike Epps] Syrup, painkillers, cigarette, weed Hennessy, vodka