BAD MEETS EVIL lyrics : "I'M ON EVERYTHING"
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[Intro: Mike Epps]
All these little young kids ain't got no direction
Shit, these lil kids is on everything
[Hook: Mike Epps]
Syrup, painkillers, cigarette, weed
Hennessy, vodka (I’m on everything)
[Verse 1: Royce]
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
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Eminem]
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
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
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
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