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I'm On Everything (feat. Mike Epps)
Bad Meets Evil
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I'm On Everything （Version |Explicit ）-Bad Meets Evil /Mike Epps All these little young kids ain't got no direction shit these lil'kids is 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 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 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 'shrooms I done woke up with a f**king tiger in my bathroom I am f**king 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 lets crush a pill yeah F**k I think I just crushed my last tylenol three up Grab the key up off the counter till the camp all left the crib Man who'd 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 yep It's wrong other words I just f**ked my rv up B**ch 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 blond again and laugh I'm the real macaroni you cheesy b**ch I'm demonic with the craft There's a devil in my noodle you angel hair pasta Flows dreaded like some f**king tangled hair rasta Farian jamaican relax man I'll send a f**king axe at you if you insist on a f**king accent Bad and evil is back with an epidural check 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**king whore 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 classic It's eminem and him again my sentiments exactly I told that b**ch to get at me then the b**ch attacked me Kid you not I'm lit up as f**k 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**k's the muthf**kin'deal This shit 's making me feel like I'm tryna do a mothaf**kin'cartwheel up a hill How many bars how many tabs A c I d y e s 'cause I'm sniffing n y e s F you c k'ed 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 you t Put this cd in and then 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 shits creek so I hope that you brought preservers You could put a turd on the plate Silverware on the tablecloth to serve us You don't bring shit 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 wow wee sour diesel how many jars To all my people I'll be the mars mommy come on She can actually wrap my nut sack 'round The back of her neck in a bathroom stall And she can just puke from sipping this piss From my twenty four inch catheter cord I'm the type that'll take a bath with'a whore Drown her bang her head on the passenger door When I'm stashin''er in the back smackin'her forehead on the dash And its accidentally blowin'a 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 with the mg And and with'lindsay lohan and she on Syrup painkillers cigarette weed hennessy vodka
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