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eminem - i'm on everything lyrics

all these little young kids ain’t got no direction
sh-t, these lil kids is on everything
syrup. painkillers. cigarette. weed. hennessy. vodka. hahaha ha
i’m on everything
i’m on everything
i’m on everything
i’m on everything
i’m on everything
syrup. painkillers. cigarette. weed. hennessy. vodka. hahaha ha
i’m on everything
i’m on everything
i’m on everything
i’m on everything
i’m on everything

i’m on syrup painkillers, cigarette, weed
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 f-cking tiger in my bathroom
i am f-cking 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
syrup, painkillers, cigarette, weed, hennessy, vodka,
i’m on everything
i’m on everything
i’m on everything
i’m on everything
i’m on everything

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
f-ck, 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, whoda 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 f-cked my rv up
b-tch, 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 b-tch, i’m demonic with the craft
there’s a devil in my noodle, you angel hair pasta
flows dreaded like some f-cking tangled hair rasta…
… farian, jamaican, relax, man
i’ll send a f-cking axe at you if you insist on a f-cking accent
bad and evil is back with an epidural, c heck ya girl
’cause after we prop you up, we propping her up
so, baby, come put ya feet up in these stirrups
your boyfriend better find another f-cking wh-r- to smash the stir up
we rap like we’re on
syrup, painkillers, cigarette, weed, hennessy, vodka,

i’m on everything
i’m on everything
i’m on everything
i’m on everything
i’m on everything
syrup, painkillers, cigarette, weed, hennessy, vodka,
i’m on everything
i’m on everything
i’m on everything
i’m on everything
i’m on everything

i’m on syrup painkillers, cigarette, speed
uh, cl-ssic!
it’s eminem and him again, my sentiments exactly
i told that b-tch to get at me, then the b-tch attacked me
kid you not, i’m lit up as f-ck, 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 and a hundred and ten bucks
and a bunch of change and wife beater with a mustard stain
i’ll crush your brain like i’m crushing pills
what the f-ck’s the motherf-cking deal?
this sh-t’s making me feel like i’m tryna do a motherf-ckin cartwheel up a hill

how many bars, how many tabs?
a-c-i-d, y-e-s, ’cause i’m sniffin nyes

f-u-c-ked up, and it’s obvious

smoking 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 and you’ll see
the sequel to scary movie, bad is to evil, the roofie to roethlisberger

you are gonna wind up six feet deep
under that sh-ts creek so i hope that you want preservers

you could put a t-rd on the plate
silverware on the tablecloth to serve us
you don’t bring sh-t to the table
i mean your grill like a seville when a mark gets murdered
you pushing the envelope, and i’m shovin’ 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 i’ll be the mars, mommy come on
she can actually wrap my n-ts-ck ’round the back of her neck in a bathroom stall
and she can just puke from sipping this p-ss from my 24-inch catheter cord

i’m the type that’ll take a bath with’ a wh-r-
drown her, bang her head on the p-ssenger door
when i’m stashin’ ‘er in the back, smackin’ her forehead on the dash
and it’s accidentally blowin’, a benz jeep h-rn

my friends be knowin’ that when i’m on a binge, i’m stingy
even when i’m ten deep in a room with the mg and and with’ lindsay lohan and she on…

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