Bad Meets Evil - I'm On Everything (off the EP)

[TheGentlePlayer]

10th listen

[Manly Moose]

When I imagine what the beats on Detox should sound like I think of this. Dre and Porter need to start working together, screw Alex.

[22muse]

so fuckin hype!

[Spyder]

im the real macoroni, your just cheesy little bitches.
im demonic with my craft, there a devil in my noodle
you just angel hair pasta

something along those lines

accent line is dope too

chorus sucked IMO, but got me a little more hyped for the EP

Em>Royce on this one

[Devil'sAdvocate]

SMH @ DRE not being the executive producer on this EP,if he masters and mixes these tracks than it will sound alot better.

[Tash8]

Personally feel this is one of the most inconsistent tracks i heard in a long time. I find myself loving some parts but equally hating other parts.

My sentiments exactly after one listen

[christalgurl]

I did the lyrics to it, so here you go. The lines at the end got a little rough because of how fast it was, but I tried to keep up. If you find anything wrong, let me know.

I'm on syrup, painkillers, cigarette, weed,
? Sober don't interest me.
I'm on everyth-a-ang.
Bout to sniff the liquor like it's 'cai-aine.
That's how high I am.
I'm blowed
I take painkillers to ease the pain, though I aint in pain.
No, we ain't the same, you drunk, I'm on everything.
Sick when I kick it, gout.
Me sobering up, hah, ouff.
Cash rules everything,
Acid tabs, hash, 'rooms,
I done woke up with a fucking tiger in my bathroom.
I am fucking high, bluh-uh, high, bluh-uh.
Menace to society, I feel sorry for your mother.
Me and visions on 'shrooms, call us the Mario Brothers.
Back down, we never back down, never laid out.
Can't put my back down

Hook

Painkillers, 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.
Fuck, I think I just crushed my last Tylenol 3 up.
Grab the key up off the counter to the camper at the crib.
Man, who'da knew at 3 in the morning, I'd still be up.
Could barely see up over the steering wheel, crash your whip into a tree
On my way to the dealers trying to re-up,
Call me Brett Favre, spell it F-A-V-R-E, yup, 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,
Then 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.
Flow's dreaded like some fucking tangled hair,
Rastafarian, 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.
Check your girl, 'cause after we prop you up, we're propping her up,
So baby, come put your feet up in these stir-ups.
Your boyfriend better find another fucking hornet's nest to stir up.
We rap like we're on...

Hook

I'm on syrup, painkillers, cigarettes, speed.
Hand me a- ha, 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 us as fuck,
Tablecloth tucked in my pants,
And I'm hearing dishes drop as I walk away from my dinner with schmucks.

Then I end up at the front of a K-Mart shopping center with a coupon book,
And a hundred and ten bucks and a bunch of change in a wife beater with a mustard stain.
I crush your brain like I'm crushing pills,
What the fuck's the motherfucking deal?
This shit's making me feel like I'm trying to do a motherfucking cartwheel up a hill.

How many bars? How many tabs?
A-C-I-D? Y-E-S
'Cause I'm sniffing 'em Y-E-S.

F-U-C-K'ed up, and it's obvious.

Smoke & 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 Rothelisberger.

You don't want to wind up six feet deep under that shit's creek,
So I hope that you brought preservers.

You could put a turd on a plate, silverware, and a tablecloth to serve us,
You don't bring shit to the table,
I'm in your grill like a Seville when a mark gets murdered.
You're pushing the envelope,
When I'm shoving that whole post office further right off the surface, (?)
Until I'm certain that it's farther than the darkness in the farthest corner (?)

How many bars? How many bars?
Maui Wowie, sour diesel.
How many jars?
To all my people, I'll be the Mars.
Mami, come on,
She can actually wrap my nutsack 'round the back of her neck in a bathroom stall,
She can just puke from sipping this piss from my 24 inch catheter cord.

I'm the type that'll take a bath with a whore,
Drown her, bang her head on the plastered (?) door, when I'm stashing her in the back,
Smacking her forehead on the dash until it's accidentally blown, and the bitch be pouring (?).

My friends be knowing that when I'm on a binge, I'm stingy.
Even when I'm ten deep in the room at the MGM with Lindsay Lohan, and she on....

Hook

[richard]

Em's part is like a very awesome mix of relapse and recovery...not feeling the hook. Em>Royce on this one but they were equal on Fast Lane

[bigandy]

2nd half of the song is fire

[Trimss]

Damn....

Only 7 tracks left. Lmao

[Emshady2]

Good track

[jba1me]

dude now im totally pumped for this album. Hes not old eminem anymore..its like hes a new artist but hes still amazing. fast lane and im on everything has me thinkin this might be his best piece of work since his comeback!

[JUMPDMC]

I like it, Royce killed it.Ems killed it to, but dam he sounds corny.

Me soberin up? HA! Alf

[Eazy-GFX]

Fucking hell... listening now. Damn!

[22muse]

after 5 times, the intro/chrous is growing on me.