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All these little young kids | Ain't got no direction | Shit, these lil' kids is on everything
All these little young kids Ain't got no direction Shit, these lil' kids is on everything Syrup, painkillers, cigarette Weed, Hennessy, vodka I'm on everything I'm on everything I'm on everything I'm on everything I'm on everything Syrup, painkillers, cigarette Weed, Hennessy, vodka I'm on everything I'm on everything I'm on everything I'm on everything I'm on 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 soberin' up, Alf Cash rules everything, acid tab, hash, 'rooms I done woke up with a fuckin' tiger in my bathroom I am fuckin' 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, I'm on Syrup, painkillers, cigarette Weed, Hennessy, vodka I'm on everything I'm on everything I'm on everything I'm on everything I'm on 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 soberin' 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 three up Grab the key up off the counter till the camp all left the crib Man, who'da knew that three in the mornin' I'd still be up Could barely see up over the steerin' wheel, crashed the whip Tore a tree up on my way to the dealer's, tryin' to re-up Call me Brett Favre, spell it FAVRE, 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 blond 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 Flow's dreaded like some fuckin' Tangled hair Rastafarian, Jamaican Relax man, I'll send a fuckin' axe at you If you insist on a fuckin' accent Bad and evil is back with an epidural, check ya girl 'Cause after we pop you up, we poppin' her up So, baby, come put ya feet up in these stirrups Your boyfriend better find Another fuckin' hornets nest to stir up We rap like we're on Syrup, painkillers, cigarette Weed, Hennessy, vodka I'm on everything I'm on everything I'm on everything I'm on everything I'm on everything Syrup, painkillers, cigarette Weed, Hennessy, vodka I'm on everything I'm on everything I'm on everything I'm on everything I'm on 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 hearin' dishes drop 'Cause I walked away from my dinner with schmucks Then I aimed to the front of the K-Mart Shoppin' 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 crushin' pills What the fuck's the motherfuckin' deal? This shit's makin' me feel like I'm tryin' to do a motherfuckin' cartwheel up a hill How many bars, how many tabs? A-C-I-D? Y-E-S 'Cause I'm sniffin' M-Y-E-S, F-U-C-Ked 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 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 pushin' 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 to 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 sippin' this piss From my twenty four inch catheter cord I'm the type that'll take a bath with a whore Drown her, bang her head on the passenger door When I'm stashin' her 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 with Lindsay Lohan and she on Syrup, painkillers, cigarette Weed, Hennessy, vodka
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