
歌词
(feat.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.hahaha  ha
I'm  on  everything
Syrup.Painkillers.Cigarette.Weed.Hennessy.Vodka.hahaha  ha
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,‘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
Syrup,Painkillers,Cigarette,Weed,Hennessy,Vodka,
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
Fuck,I  think  I  just  crushed  my  last  Tylenol 3up
Grab  the  key  up  off  the  counter  till  the  camp  all  left  the  crib
Man,whoda  knew  that 3in  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  rasta …
…farian,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,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  fucking  whore  to  smash  the  stir  up
We  rap  like  we're  on
Syrup,Painkillers,Cigarette,Weed,Hennessy,Vodka,
I'm  on  everything
Syrup,Painkillers,Cigarette,Weed,Hennessy,Vodka,
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  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
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  fuck's  the  muthfucking  deal?
This  shit's  making  me  feel  like  I'm  tryna  do  a  muthfuckin  cartwheel  up  a  hill
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
Put  this  CD  in  and  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  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
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
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  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  wit'Lindsay  Lohan  and  she  on …
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