Im On Everything

Syrup, painkillers, cigarette, weed
Hennessy, vodka, hah-hah-huh, hah-hah
(Im on everything, Im on everything
Im on everything, Im on everything)
Syrup, painkillers, cigarette, weed
Hennessy, vodka, hah-hah-huh, hah-hah
(Im on everything, Im on everything
Im on everything, Im on everything)

[ Verse 1: Royce da 5'9”]
I'm on syrup, painkillers, cigarette, weed
Henny-Henny, sober dont interest me, Im on everything
Bout to sniff the liquor like its caine
Thats how high I am, Im blowed
I take painkillers to ease the pain, though I aint 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, cant put my back down

Im on; syrup, painkillers, cigarette, weed
Hennessy, vodka, hah-hah-huh, hah-hah
(Im on everything, Im on everything
Im on everything, Im 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, Im on everything
Sick when I kick it – barf!
Me, sobering up? (fart noise) Fart!
I crush your brain like a pill crusher, lets 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, whoda knew that three in the morning Id 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
Flows 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, were 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

Im on; syrup, painkillers, cigarette, weed
Hennessy, vodka, hah-hah-huh, hah-hah
(Im on everything, Im on everything
Im on everything, Im on everything )
Im on; syrup, painkillers, cigarette, weed
Hennessy, vodka, hah-hah-huh, hah-hah
(Im on everything, Im on everything
Im on everything, Im 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 Im 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 Im sniffin M-Y E-X, F-U-C-Kd 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 dont wanna wind up six feet deep under that shits 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
Im in your grill like a Seville when the moth gets murdered
Youre pushin the envelope
When I'm shovin' that whole post office further
Right off the surface of this earth
Intothe 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 its 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