Bad Meets Evil, Mike Epps - I'm On Everything lyrics

All these little young kids
Ain't got no direction
Shit, these lil' kids is on everything

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

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)

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

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

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)
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)

I’m on syrup, painkillers, cigarette, speed
Henny – heh, 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 'til
I'm hearing dishes drop
As I walk away from my dinner with schmucks

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-ID? 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

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

Syrup, painkillers, cigarette, weed
Hennessy, vodka