Underground

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A lot of people ask me
Where the fuck I've been at the last few years
Shit I don't know
But I do know, I'm back now
HAHA

Here comes the rain and thunder now
Nowhere to run, to run to now
I've disappeared, don't wonder how
Looking for me
I'm underground

Here comes the rain and thunder now
Nowhere to run, to run to now
I've disappeared, don't wonder how
Looking for me
I'm underground

Dre, I'm down here, under the ground, pick me up
Broken tibia's, fibula's, yeah fix me up
Sixty sluts, all of 'em dying from Asphyxia
After they sip piss through a Christopher Reeve sip-pee cup
Dixie cups, toxic boxes of oxy pads
Enough oxycotin to send a fucking Ox to rehab
Wack job in the back in a black stocking cap
Jackin' off to a hockey mask and a boxing match (He can't say that!)
Yes he can!
I just did faggot, now guess again.
Better text message your next of kin
Tell 'em shit's about to get extra messy, especially when I flex again
and throw a fucking lesbian in wet cement.
So faggity, faggity, faggity, Raggedy Ann and Andy
No, Raggedy Andy and Andy
No, it can't be, it can't be!
Yes, it can be!
The fucking Antichrist is back Danny
It's Satan in black satin panties
This is Amittyville, calamity, God damn it insanity
Pills, fanny pack filled with x.anax
Through every nook and crany, lookin' for trannies
Milk and cookies spilt on my silk négligé. Looky.
Razor b-lades with me to make you b-leed.
Cases of Maybeline make-up lay on a table of weed
Slim Shady-- Shit sounds like a fable to me
Until he jumps out the fucking toilet while you're taking a pee.

Here comes the rain and thunder now
Nowhere to run, to run to now
I've disappeared, don't wonder how
Looking for me
I'm underground

Here comes the rain and thunder now
Nowhere to run, to run to now
I've disappeared, don't wonder how
Looking for me
I'm underground

Six semen samples, seventeen strands of hair
Found in the back of a van after the shoot at Vanity Fair
Hannah Montana prepare to elope with a can opener
And be cut open like cantaloupe with canopy beds
With glad bags, yeah glad to be back
'Cause last year was a tragedy that landed me smack dab in rehab
Fucking doctor I didn't understand a damn what he said
I planned to relapse the second I walked out of that bitch
Two weeks in Brighton, I aint enlightened
Bitin' into a fucking Vicodin like I'm a Viking
Oh, lightning strike it might be a fucking sign I need a psychic
Evaluation, fuck Jason it's Friday the nineteenth
That means it's just a regular day
And this is the kind of shit I think of regularly
Fucking Lesbians shouldn't of had her legs in the way
Now she's pregnant and gay
Missing both legs and begging to stay

Here comes the rain and thunder now
Nowhere to run, to run to now
I've disappeared, don't wonder how
Looking for me
I'm underground

Here comes the rain and thunder now
Nowhere to run, to run to now
I've disappeared, don't wonder how
Looking for me
I'm underground

Tell the critics I'm back and I'm coming
To spit it back in abundance
Hit a fag with onions
Then split a bag of Funions
Mad at me? Understandable
Cannibal shooting animal
Out of a cannon and have him catapult at an adult
Captain of a cult with an elite following
To turn Halloween back to a Trick of Treat holiday
Have Micheal Myers looking like a liar
Swipe his powers replace his knife with flowers and a stack of flyers
Hit Jason Voorhees with a forty
Stuck a suppository up his ass
And made him tell me a story
Gave Hannibal Lecter a fucking nectarine
And sat him in the fucking fruit and vegetable section and gave him a lecture
Walked up Elm Street with a fucking whiffle bat drew
Fought Freddy Kruger and Edward Scissor hands too
And came out with a little scratch- ooh!
Looking like I got into a fucking pillow fight with a triple fat goose
Insanity, can it be vanity?
Where's the humanity in havin' a twisted fantasy with an arm and leg amputee?
Straight jacket with 108 brackets
And a strap that wraps twice around my back then they latch it
Cut ya fuckin' head off and ask where you headed off to?
Get it, headed off too?
Medic this headaches awful!
This anaesthetics pathetic so is the diabetic waffle
and this prosthetic arm keeps crushin' my hard taco