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Royce Da 5'9" - I'm On Everything Lyrics


I'm On Everything Lyrics

All these little young kids ain't got no direction
Shit these little kids is on everything
Syrup, painkillers, cigarettes, weed, hennessey, vodka
I'm on everything
I'm on everything
I'm on everything
I'm on everything
I'm on
Syrup, painkillers, cigarettes, weed, hennessey, vodka
I'm on everything
I'm on everything
I'm on everything
I'm on everything

[Royce Da 5'9":]
I'm on syrup, painkillers, cigarettes, weed... sober don't interest me

I'm on everything
'bout to spit the liquor like it's caine
That's how I am, I'm blue
Take painkillers to ease the pain though I ain't in pain
No we ain't the same
We drunk, i'm on everything
Except 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
Menace to society, I feel sorry for your mother
Me and Vishus 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, cigarettes, weed, hennessey, vodka
I'm on everything
I'm on everything
I'm on everything
I'm on everything
I'm on

[Eminem:]
Painkillers, I call Â'em Â'caine pillars
Â'Cause theyÂ'll hold me up when I take Â'em
I need a cane and pillows
IÂ'm on everything

Sick when I kick it, barf
Me sobering up *fart noise* 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, whoda knew that 3 in the morning IÂ'd still be up
Could barely see up over the steering wheel, crashed the whip, tore a tree up
On my way to the dealerÂ's, tryna re-up
Call me Brett Favre, spell it F-A-V-R, E, yup
ItÂ's wrong, other words I just f-cked my RV up
Bitch, itÂ'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
IÂ'm the real macaroni you cheesy bitch, IÂ'm demonic with the craft
ThereÂ's a devil in my noodle, you angel hair pasta
Flows dreaded like some f-cking tangled hair rastaÂ…
Â…farian, Jamaican, relax, man
IÂ'll send a f-cking axe at you if you insist on a f-cking accent
Bad and Evil is back with an epidural, check ya girl
Â'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 whore to smash the stir up
We rap like weÂ'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

Syrup, Painkillers, Cigarette, Weed, Hennessy, Vodka,
I'm on everything
I'm on everything
I'm on everything
I'm on everything

[Royce Da 5'9":]
IÂ'm on syrup painkillers, cigarette, speed
Uh, classic!
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ItÂ's Eminem and him again, my sentiments exactly
I told that bitch to get at me, then the bitch attacked me
Kid you not, IÂ'm lit up as fuck, tablecloth tucked in my pants
Then IÂ'm hearing dishes drop, Â'cause I walked away from my dinner with schmucks

[Eminem:]
Then I aimed to the front of the K-Mart shopping center
WitÂ' a coupon book and a hundred and ten bucks
And a bunch of change and wife beater with a mustard stain
IÂ'll crush your brain like IÂ'm crushing pills
What the fuck's the muthafucking deal?
This shitÂ's making me feel like IÂ'm tryna do a muthafuckin cartwheel up a hill

[Royce Da 5'9":]
How many bars, how many tabs?
A-c-i-d, y-e-s, Â'cause IÂ'm sniffin NYES

[Eminem:]
F-u-c-ked up, and itÂ's obvious

[Royce Da 5'9":]
Smoking Henny in my chest

[Eminem:]
IÂ'm B-A-N-A-N-A-S

[Royce Da 5'9":]
IÂ'm a C-O-C-O-N-U-T

[Eminem:]
Put this CD in and youÂ'll see
The sequel to Scary Movie, bad is to evil, the roofie to Roethlisberger

[Royce Da 5'9":]
You are gonna wind up six feet deep
Under that shits creek so I hope that you want preservers

[Eminem:]
You could put a turd on the plate
Silverware on the tablecloth to serve us
You donÂ't bring shit to the table
I mean your grill like a Seville when a mark gets murdered
You pushing the envelope, and IÂ'm shovinÂ' that whole post office further
Right off the surface, to the serpents in the darkest and the farthest corner

[Royce Da 5'9":]
How many bars, how many bars
Maui, wowee, sour diesel, how many jars,
To all my people IÂ'll be the Mars, mommy come on
She can actually wrap my nutsack Â'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

[Eminem:]

IÂ'm the type thatÂ'll take a bath witÂ' a whore
Drown her, bang her head on the passenger door
When IÂ'm stashinÂ' Â'er in the back, smackinÂ' her forehead on the dash
And its accidentally blowinÂ', a Benz jeep horn

[Royce Da 5'9":]

My friends be knowinÂ' that when IÂ'm on a binge, IÂ'm stingy
Even when IÂ'm ten deep in a room with the MG and and witÂ' Lindsay Lohan if she on


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