Mr. Porter - I'm on Everything lyrics

[Intro: Mike Epps] All these little young kids ain't got no direction sh**, these lil kids is on everything [Hook: Mike Epps] Syrup, paink**ers, cigarette, weed Hennessy, vodka, hah-hah-huh, hah-hah (I'm on everything) [Verse 1: Royce da 5'9"] I'm on syrup, paink**ers, cigarette, weed Henny-Henny, sober don't interest me, I'm on everything 'bout to sniff the liquor like it's 'caine That's how high I am, I'm blowed I take paink**ers to ease the pain, though I ain't in pain No, we, ain't the same – you drunk, I'm on everything Sick when I kick it, gout, me, sobering up? Ha! ALF Cash rules everything, acid tab, hash, 'shrooms I done woke up with a f**ing tiger in my bathroom I am f**ing (high... high... high... high) Menace to society, I feel sorry for your mother Me and Vishis on 'shrooms, call us the Mario Brothers Back down, we never back down Never laid out, can't put my back down [Hook] [Verse 2: Eminem] Paink**ers, I call 'em cane pillars, cause to hold me up When I take 'em, I need a cane and pillars, I'm on everything Sick when I kick it – barf! Me, sobering up? Fart I crush your brain like a pill crusher, let's crush a pill, yeah f**, I think I just crushed my last Tylenol 3 up Grab the key up off the counter to the camper, 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, yup It's wrong, in other words I just f**ed 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 blonde again and laugh I'm the real macaroni you cheesy b**h, I'm demonic with the Kraft! There's a devil in my noodle, you – angel hair pasta Flow's dreaded like some f**in' tangled hair Rasta- -farian, Jamaican, relax man I'll send a f**ing axe at you if you insist on a f**ing accent Bad and Evil is back with an epidural, check ya girl Cause after we prop you up, we're propping her up So, baby, come put ya feet up in these stirrups Your boyfriend better find another f**ing hornets' nest to stir up We rap like we're on [Hook] [Interlude: Royce da 5'9"] I'm on syrup, paink**ers, cigarette, speed Henny... heh, cla**ic! [Verse 3: Royce da 5'9"] "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** Tablecloth tucked in my pants 'til I'm hearing dishes drop as I walk away From my dinner with schmucks [Eminem] Then I enter the front of the K-Mart shopping center With a coupon book and a hundred And ten bucks and a bunch of change And a wife beater with a mustard stain I'll crush your brain like I'm crushing pills What the f**'s the mothaf**in' deal? This sh**'s making me feel like I'm tryna do a mothaf**in' cartwheel up a hill (How many bars?) (How many tabs of A-C-I-D? Y-E-S) (Cause I'm sniffing M-Y E-X) F-U-C-K'd up, and it's obvious (Smoke and 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 then you'll see The sequel to Scary Movie Bad is to Evil, a roofie to Roethlisberger (You don't wanna wind up six feet deep) (Under that sh**'s creek, so I hope that you bought preservers) You could put a turd on the plate Silverware and a tablecloth to serve us You don't bring sh** to the table I'm in your grill like a Seville when the moth gets murdered You're pushin' the envelope When I'm shovin' that whole post office further Right off the surface of this earth Into the darkest and the farthest corners [Royce da 5'9"] How many bars? How many bars? Maui Wowie, Sour Diesel How many jars to all my people I'll be to Mars, mommy come on She can actually wrap my nutsack 'round the back of her neck in a bathroom stall Or she could just puke from sippin' this piss From my 24-inch catheter cord [Eminem] I'm the type that'll take a bath with a who*e Drown her, bang her head on the pa**enger door While I'm stashing her in the back, smacking her forehead On the dash 'til it's accidentally blowing, the Benz Jeep horn [Royce da 5'9"] My friends be knowing that When I'm on a binge, I'm stingy Even when I'm ten deep in a room at the MGM With Lindsay Lohan and she on [Outro: Mike Epps] Syrup, paink**ers, cigarette, weed, Hennessy, vodka