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Eminem Feat. Royce Da 5'9 - I'm On Everything

Produced By: Mr. Porter
Recording Year: 2011


[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 (Iím on everything)

[Verse 1: Royce]
Iím on syrup, painkillers, cigarette, weed
Henny-Henny, sober donít interest me, Iím on everything
Bout to sip the liquor like itís 'caine, that's how high I am
(I take painkillers to ease the pain, though I ain't in pain
No, we, ainít the same, we drunk, Iím 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 Ďshrooms, call us the Mario Brothers
Back down, we never back down, never laid out, canít put my back down


[Verse 2: Eminem]
Painkillers, I call 'em 'caine pillars
Cause theyíll hold me up when I take Ďem
I need a cane and pillows, Iím 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 Iíd still be up
Could barely see up over the steering wheel, crashed the whip
Tore a tree up on my way to the dealerís, tryna re-up
Call me Brett Favre, spell it F-A-V-R-E, yep
Itís wrong, other words I just fucked my RV up
Bitch, itís 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
Iím the real macaroni you cheesy bitch, Iím demonic with the craft
Thereís a devil in my noodle, you angel hair pasta
Flows dreaded like some fucking tangled hair rastafarian, Jamaican
Relax man, Iíll 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 weíre on


[Verse 3: Royce]
Iím on syrup painkillers, cigarette, speed, Henny.. classic!
Itís Eminem and him again, my sentiments exactly
I told that bitch to get at me, then the bitch attacked me
Kid you not, Iím lit up as fuck, tablecloth tucked in my pants then
Iím 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
Iíll crush your brain like Iím crushing pills
What the fuckís the mothafuckin' deal?
This shitís making me feel like
Iím tryna do a mothafuckin' cartwheel up a hill

How many bars, how many tabs? A-C-I-D? Y-E-S
Cause Iím sniffin NYES (F-U-C-Ked up, and itís obvious)
Smoking Henny in my chest (Iím B-A-N-A-N-A-S)
Iím a C-O-C-O-N-U-T

Put this CD in and youíll see, the sequel to Scary Movie
Bad is too evil, the roofie to Roethlisberger
(You are gonna wind up six feet deep under
That shit's creek so I hope that you want preservers)
You could put a turd on the plate
Silverware on the tablecloth to serve us
You donít bring shit to the table
I mean your grill like a Seville when a mark gets murdered
You pushing the envelope and Iím shoviní 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 Iíll 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

Iím the type thatíll take a bath with a whore
Drown her, bang her head on the passenger door
When Iím stashiní her in the back, smacking
Her forehead on the dash and its accidentally blowiní, a Benz jeep horn

My friends be knowiní, that when Iím on a binge, Iím stingy
Even when Iím ten deep in a room with the MG
And with Lindsay Lohan and she on


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