[Intro: Mike Epps] All these little young kids ain't got no direction Shit, these lil kids is on everything
[Hook: Mike Epps] Syrup, painkillers, cigarette, weed Hennessy, vodka (I’m on everything)
[Verse 1: Royce] I’m on syrup, painkillers, cigarette, weed Henny-Henny, 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 fucking tiger in my bathroom I am fucking 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
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[Verse 2: 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, 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, who'da 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 fucked 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 fucking tangled hair rastafarian, Jamaican Relax man, I’ll send a fucking axe at you if you insist on a fucking accent Bad and Evil is back with an epidural, check ya girl Cause after we pop you up, we popping her up So, baby, come put ya feet up in these stirrups Your boyfriend better find another fucking hornets nest to stir up We rap like we’re on
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[Verse 3: Royce] I’m on syrup painkillers, cigarette, speed, Henny.. 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 fuck, 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 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 fuck’s the mothafuckin' deal? This shit’s making me feel like I’m tryna do a mothafuckin' cartwheel up a hill
[Royce] 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
[Eminem] Put this CD in and you’ll see, the sequel to Scary Movie Bad is too evil, the roofie to Roethlisberger (You are gonna wind up six feet deep under That shit's creek so I hope that you want 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
[Royce] 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 t