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Correct I'm On Everything Lyrics
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Correct I'm On Everything
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All these little young kids aint got no direction Shit, these lil kids is on everything Syrup. Painkillers. Cigarette. Weed. Hennessy. Vodka. hahaha ha I'm on everything (x5) Syrup. Painkillers. Cigarette. Weed. Hennessy. Vodka. hahaha ha I'm on everything (x5) [Royce Da 5'9"] 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 aint 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 (x5) [Eminem] 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-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 Bitch, 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 bitch, 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 whore to smash the stir up We rap like we're on Syrup, Painkillers, Cigarette, Weed, Hennessy, Vodka, I'm on everything (x5) Syrup, Painkillers, Cigarette, Weed, Hennessy, Vodka, I'm on everything (x5) [Royce Da 5'9"] I'm on syrup painkillers, cigarette, speed Uh, classic! It's Eminem and him again, my sentiments exactly I told that bitch to get at me, then the bitch 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 [Eminem] Then I aimed to the front of the K-Mart shopping center Wit' 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 muthf-cking deal? This shit's making me feel like I'm tryna do a muthf-ckin cartwheel up a hill [Royce Da 5'9"] How many bars, how many tabs? A-c-i-d, y-e-s, 'cause I'm sniffin NYES [Eminem] F-u-c-ked up, and it's obvious [Royce Da 5'9"] Smoking Henny in my chest [Eminem] I'm B-A-N-A-N-A-S [Royce Da 5'9"] I'm a C-O-C-O-N-U-T [Eminem] Put this CD in and you'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 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 [Royce Da 5'9"] 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 nutsack '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] I'm the type that'll take a bath wit' 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 it's accidentally blowin', a Benz jeep horn [Royce] 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 wit' Lindsay Lohan and she on...
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