Im on Everything Feat Mike Epps
Bad Meets Evil Lyrics


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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 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, 'shrooms
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
I'm on everything
I'm on everything
I'm on everything
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 three up

Grab the key up off the counter till the camp all left the crib
Man, who'd knew that three 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, 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
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, check 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
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 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
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 crushing pills
What the fuck's the muthfuckin' deal?
This shit's making me feel like I'm tryna do a mothafuckin' cartwheel up a hill

How many bars, how many tabs?
A-c-i-d, y-e-s, 'cause I'm sniffin n-y-e-s
F-you-c-k'ed 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-you-t

Put this CD in and then 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 brought 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, wow wee, sour diesel, how many jars,
To all my people I'll be the 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 sipping 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' '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 with' Lindsay Lohan and she on
Syrup, painkillers, cigarette, weed, Hennessy, vodka

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Bad Meets Evil's song "I'm On Everything" portray a lifestyle of reckless drug use and indulgence. The song begins with the artist commenting on the aimlessness and lack of direction of the youth in society today. He follows with a list of substances he is using including syrup, painkillers, cigarettes, weed, Hennessy, and vodka. He states that he is on everything and not interested in sobriety. He goes on to describe taking painkillers even though he is not in pain, and how he is so high he is about to sip liquor like it is cocaine. He also describes waking up after a night of debauchery with a tiger in his bathroom. The lyrics indicate that the artist feels like a menace to society and has no regard for the consequences of his actions.


The lyrics of this song expose an unhealthy way of living. The artist portrays this lifestyle as being high and never sober, saying he 'ain't interested in sobering up.' He describes taking painkillers even though he is not in pain and sipping liquor like it is cocaine. He also suggests that the substance abuse is leading to problems in his life, such as crashing his car and tearing a tree up. The song raises awareness of the dangerous and harmful effects of substance abuse and indulgence in society. It warns of the serious consequences and risks involved, both physically and mentally.


Line by Line Meaning

All these little young kids ain't got no direction
The youth lack guidance and are lost


Shit, these lil' kids is on everything
The youth use a variety of drugs and alcohol


Syrup, painkillers, cigarette, weed, Hennessy, vodka
Examples of the substances used by the youth


I'm on everything
The artist is also on various drugs and alcohol


I'm on syrup painkillers, cigarette, weed
The specific substances the artist is using


Sober don't interest me
The singer has no desire to be sober


Bout to sip the liquor like it's Caine
The singer is so high that they compare alcohol to cocaine


That's how high I am
The artist is very intoxicated


I take painkillers to ease the pain
The artist uses painkillers even though they are not in pain


Though I ain't in pain
The artist is not currently experiencing physical pain


No, we, ain't the same, we drunk
The singer is not like others because they are intoxicated


'Cept when I kick it, gout
Excluding times when the artist is experiencing health problems


Me sobering up, ha, alf
The singer finds the idea of being sober laughable


Cash rules everything, acid tab, hash, 'shrooms
The singer values money and uses hallucinogens


I done woke up with a fucking tiger in my bathroom
The singer has experienced wild and bizarre situations due to their drug use


I am fucking high, high, high, high
The artist is repeating how intoxicated they are


Menace to society I feel sorry for your mother
The artist sees themselves as a danger to society and feels sympathy for the consequences others may endure due to their actions


Me and Vicious on 'shrooms
The singer and someone else are taking hallucinogenic mushrooms


Call us the Mario brothers
The singer is comparing themselves and their friend to the video game characters who also use mushrooms


Back down, we never back down
The artist and their friend are not easily intimidated


Never laid out
The artist has never been beaten or defeated


Can't put my back down
The artist is physically resilient and cannot be overpowered easily


Painkillers, I call 'em Caine pillars
The singer uses painkillers like a crutch or support


'Cause they'll hold me up when I take 'em I need a cane and pillows
The artist needs painkillers to function and be comfortable


Sick when I kick it, barf Me sobering up, fart
The singer experiences unpleasant symptoms when they stop using drugs


I crush ya brain like a pill crusher, lets crush a pill yeah
The singer is comparing themselves to a device that crushes pills and threatens to crush their enemies


Fuck, I think I just crushed my last Tylenol three up
The singer is running out of their medication and is frustrated


Grab the key up off the counter till the camp all left the crib
The artist is going to get drugs from their dealer


Man, who'd knew that three in the morning I'd still be up
The artist is up late/early due to their drug use


Could barely see up over the steering wheel, crashed the whip, tore a tree up
The singer was driving while intoxicated and crashed their car into a tree


On my way to the dealer's, tryna re-up
The singer is driving to get more drugs from their dealer


Call me Brett Favre, spell it F-A-V-R, E, yep
The artist is referring to the football player Brett Favre and explains how to spell his name


It's wrong, other words I just fucked my RV up
The artist made a mistake that damaged their RV


Bitch, it's on again yeah, break that Klonopin in half While I smoke some chronic in the cab with Donovan McNabb
The artist is mixing prescription medication and marijuana while hanging out with Donovan McNabb (former NFL quarterback)


And I dye my hair back blond again and laugh
The singer is amused by dying their hair blonde again


I'm the real macaroni you cheesy bitch, I'm demonic with the craft
The artist is skilled at rapping and considers themselves a true artist


There's a devil in my noodle, you angel hair pasta
The singer is claiming to have a dark or evil side


Flows dreaded like some fucking tangled hair rasta
The singer's rapping style is compared to the hair of a dreadlocked Rastafarian


Farian, Jamaican, relax, man I'll send a fucking axe at you if you insist on a fucking accent
The singer is referencing the Rastafarian religion and threatens violence against someone if they continue to use a certain accent


Bad and Evil is back with an epidural, check ya girl 'cause after we prop you up, we propping her up
The group is back and ready to party while also implying sexual activity with someone's girlfriend


So, baby, come put ya feet up in these stirrups Your boyfriend better find another fucking whore to smash the stir up
The artist is inviting a woman to have sex with them while also insulting her boyfriend


We rap like we're on I'm on syrup painkillers, cigarette, speed
The group raps as if under the influence while the singer mentions specific substances they are using


Uh, classic!
The singer believes their rap is classic or timeless


It's Eminem and him again, my sentiments exactly
The group is back and the artist is happy about it


I told that bitch to get at me, then the bitch attacked me
The artist approached someone and received a negative response


Kid you not, I'm lit up as fuck, tablecloth tucked in my pants
The artist is extremely intoxicated and has made a strange choice in clothing


Then I'm hearing dishes drop, 'cause I walked away from my dinner with schmucks
The singer left a dinner party due to boredom or dislike of the other guests


Then I aimed to the front of the K-Mart shopping center With' a coupon book and a hundred and ten bucks
The artist went shopping at K-Mart with a budget and coupons


And a bunch of change and wife beater with a mustard stain
The singer has a small amount of change and is wearing a dirty shirt


I'll crush your brain like I'm crushing pills What the fuck's the muthfuckin' deal?
The singer will harm someone's brain and demands to know the problem


This shit's making me feel like I'm tryna do a mothafuckin' cartwheel up a hill
The substances the singer is using are having strange effects


How many bars, how many tabs? A-c-i-d, y-e-s, 'cause I'm sniffin n-y-e-s
The artist is consuming large quantities of illicit substances


F-you-c-k'ed up, and it's obvious Smoking Henny in my chest
The artist is intoxicated and smoking a cigarette while drinking Hennessy


I'm b-a-n-a-n-a-s I'm a c-o-c-o-n-you-t
The singer is making nonsensical and foolish statements due to their intoxication


Put this CD in and then you'll see The sequel to Scary Movie, bad is to evil, the roofie to Roethlisberger
The singer is comparing their music to a movie franchise and themselves to a date rape drug


You are gonna wind up six feet deep Under that shits creek so I hope that you brought preservers
The artist threatens someone and advises them to be prepared for consequences


You could put a turd on the plate Silverware on the tablecloth to serve us
The artist has low standards for dining etiquette and service


You don't bring shit to the table I mean your grill like a Seville when a mark gets murdered
The artist insults someone's usefulness and compares their facial expression to a car when a murder victim is found inside


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
The singer is pushing someone's boundaries and is being even more extreme in response


Maui, wow wee, sour diesel, how many jars, To all my people I'll be the Mars, mommy come on
The artist is listing different types of marijuana and signals their intention to share with others


She can actually wrap my nut sack 'round the back of her neck in a bathroom stall And she can just puke from sipping this piss from my twenty four inch catheter cord
The singer brags about an extreme sexual encounter and mixes in disgustingly graphic references to bodily fluids


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' 'er in the back, smackin' her forehead on the dash And its accidentally blowin', a Benz jeep horn
The singer admits to violent sexual fantasies and references causing a car horn to honk during sex


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 with' Lindsay Lohan and she on
The singer's friends are aware that they become selfish and cling to drugs even when surrounded by others who also want to use




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC, THE ADMINISTRATION MP, INC.
Written by: HORACE JACKSON, MARSHALL MATHERS, MARSHALL B III MATHERS, ALEXANDER MERZIN, RYAN MONTGOMERY, DENAUN M PORTER

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