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I’m On Everything (Album Version|Explicit) - Bad Meets Evil/Mike Epps
Composed by：H. Jackson
All these little young kids ain't got no direction
S**t these lil' kids is on everything
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I'm on everything
I'm on everything
I'm on everything
I'm on everything
I'm on everything
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I'm on everything
I'm on everything
I'm on everything
I'm on everything
I'm on everything
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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
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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 crushe
R let's 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***h 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***h
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 W***e
To smash the stir up
We rap like we're on
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I'm on everything
I'm on everything
I'm on everything
I'm on everything
I'm on everything
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I'm on everything
I'm on everything
I'm on everything
I'm on everything
I'm on everything
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Uh classic
It's Eminem and him again my sentiments exactly
I told that b***h to get at me
Then the b***h 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 s**ts 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 sniffin 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 s**ts 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 s**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 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 w***e
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
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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