Im 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)

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”]

I’m on syrup, painkillers, cigarette, weed

Henny-Henny, sober don't interest me, I'm on everything

'Bout to sniff the liquor like it's 'caine

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 – 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 ****in' tiger in my bathroom

I am ****in' (high... high... high... high)

Menace to society, I feel sorry for your mother

Me and Vishis on 'shrooms, call us the Mario Brothers

Back down, we never back down

Never laid out, can't put my back down

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 noise) Fart!

I crush your brain like a pill crusher, let's crush a pill, yeah

****, 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 ****ed my RV up!

*****, 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 *****

I’m demonic with the Kraft

There’s a devil in my noodle, you – angel hair pasta

Flow's dreaded like some ****in' tangled hair Rasta-farian Jamaican, relax, man, I’ll send a ****in' axe at you

If you insist on a ****in' 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 ****in' 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)

[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 ***** to get at me, then the ***** attacked me

Kid you not, I’m lit up as ****

Tablecloth tucked in my pants 'til I'm hearing dishes drop

As I walk away from my dinner with schmucks

[Verse 4: Eminem and 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 ****’s the motha****in' deal?

This shit’s making me feel like

I’m tryna do a motha****in' 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 ****ack

'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