Bad Meets Evil - I'm on Everything
All these little young kids ain't got no directionShit, these lil' kids is on everythingSyrup, painkillers, cigarette, weed, Hennessy, vodkaI'm on everythingI'm on everythingI'm on everythingI'm on everythingI'm on everythingSyrup, painkillers, cigarette, weed, Hennessy, vodkaI'm on everythingI'm on everythingI'm on everythingI'm on everythingI'm on everythingI'm on syrup painkillers, cigarette, weedSober don't interest meI'm on everythingBout to sip the liquor like it's CaineThat's how high I amI take painkillers to ease the painThough I ain't in painNo, we, ain't the same, we drunkI'm on everything'Cept when I kick it, goutMe sobering up, ha, alfCash rules everything, acid tab, hash, 'shroomsI done woke up with a fucking tiger in my bathroomI am fucking high, high, high, highMenace to society I feel sorry for your motherMe and Vicious on 'shroomsCall us the Mario brothersBack down, we never back downNever laid outCan't put my back downSyrup, painkillers, cigarette, weed, Hennessy, vodkaI'm on everythingI'm on everythingI'm on everythingI'm on everythingI'm on everythingPainkillers, I call 'em Caine pillars'Cause they'll hold me up when I take 'emI need a cane and pillowsI'm on everythingSick when I kick it, barfMe sobering up, fartI crush ya brain like a pill crusher, lets crush a pill yeahFuck, I think I just crushed my last Tylenol three upGrab the key up off the counter till the camp all left the cribMan, who'd knew that three in the morning I'd still be upCould barely see up over the steering wheel, crashed the whip, tore a tree upOn my way to the dealer's, tryna re-upCall me Brett Favre, spell it F-A-V-R, E, yepIt's wrong, other words I just fucked my RV upBitch, it's on again yeah, break that Klonopin in halfWhile I smoke some chronic in the cab with Donovan McNabbAnd I dye my hair back blond again and laughI'm the real macaroni you cheesy bitch, I'm demonic with the craftThere's a devil in my noodle, you angel hair pastaFlows dreaded like some fucking tangled hair rastaFarian, Jamaican, relax, manI'll send a fucking axe at you if you insist on a fucking accentBad and Evil is back with an epidural, check ya girl'cause after we prop you up, we propping her upSo, baby, come put ya feet up in these stirrupsYour boyfriend better find another fucking whore to smash the stir upWe rap like we're onSyrup, painkillers, cigarette, weed, Hennessy, vodkaI'm on everythingI'm on everythingI'm on everythingI'm on everythingI'm on everythingSyrup, painkillers, cigarette, weed, Hennessy, vodkaI'm on everythingI'm on everythingI'm on everythingI'm on everythingI'm on everythingI'm on syrup painkillers, cigarette, speedUh, classic!It's Eminem and him again, my sentiments exactlyI told that bitch to get at me, then the bitch attacked meKid you not, I'm lit up as fuck, tablecloth tucked in my pantsThen I'm hearing dishes drop, 'cause I walked away from my dinner with schmucksThen I aimed to the front of the K-Mart shopping centerWith' a coupon book and a hundred and ten bucksAnd a bunch of change and wife beater with a mustard stainI'll crush your brain like I'm crushing pillsWhat the fuck's the muthfuckin' deal?This shit's making me feel like I'm tryna do a mothafuckin' cartwheel up a hillHow many bars, how many tabs?A-c-i-d, y-e-s, 'cause I'm sniffin n-y-e-sF-you-c-k'ed up, and it's obviousSmoking Henny in my chestI'm b-a-n-a-n-a-sI'm a c-o-c-o-n-you-tPut this CD in and then you'll seeThe sequel to Scary Movie, bad is to evil, the roofie to RoethlisbergerYou are gonna wind up six feet deepUnder that shits creek so I hope that you brought preserversYou could put a turd on the plateSilverware on the tablecloth to serve usYou don't bring shit to the tableI mean your grill like a Seville when a mark gets murderedYou pushing the envelope, and I'm shovin' that whole post office furtherRight off the surface, to the serpents in the darkest and the farthest cornerHow many bars, how many barsMaui, wow wee, sour diesel, how many jars,To all my people I'll be the Mars, mommy come onShe can actually wrap my nut sack 'round the back of her neck in a bathroom stallAnd she can just puke from sipping this piss from my twenty four inch catheter cordI'm the type that'll take a bath with' a whoreDrown her, bang her head on the passenger doorWhen I'm stashin' 'er in the back, smackin' her forehead on the dashAnd its accidentally blowin', a Benz jeep hornMy friends be knowin' that when I'm on a binge, I'm stingyEven when I'm ten deep in a room with the MG and and with' Lindsay Lohan and she onSyrup, painkillers, cigarette, weed, Hennessy, vodka
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Echo
Living Proof
Above the Law
Fastlane
I'm on Everything
A Kiss
Loud Noises
The Reunion
Take from Me
Welcome 2 Hell
Все песни Bad Meets Evil
Легенды Про - Волны (prod. Ahimas)
Ирина Круг - На нуле (и Алексей Брянцев)
Костя Крайс - К тебе
Jethro Tull - Gold-Tipped Boots, Black Jacket And Tie
Грязь - Расскажи мне о любви feat. ЛСП
Динамит - Убегаю
Виктор Калина - Скажите ангелам
Надежда Кадышева - Ты солнце в небе не мое
Charice - As long as you're there
12 Stones - Soulfire