Underground

A lot of people ask me Where the fuck I've been last few years Shit I don't know But I do know I'm back now (haha) Here comes the rain and thunder now No where to run, to run now I'll disappear, they'll wonder how Lookin' for me, I'm underground Here comes the rain and thunder now No where to run to now I'll disappear, they'll wonder how Lookin' for me, I'm underground Dre I'm down here Under the ground, Pick me up broken tibias, Fibias, yea fix me up Sixty sluts all of them Dieing from asphyxia After they sip piss Through a Christopher Reeves sippy cup Dixie cups, toxins, box of oxypads Enough Oxycontin to send a fuckin' ox to rehab Wack job and I'm back with a black stockin' cap Jackin' off to a hockey mask at a boxing match You can't say that yes he can I just did faggot, now guess again Better text message your next of kin Tell 'em shits about to get extra messy especially when I flex again And throw a fuckin lesbian in wet cement Faggoty faggoty faggoty 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 Amityville, Calamity goddamn it insanity pills Fanny pack filled with Xanax Through every nook and cranny Looking for trannies Milk and cookies Spilt on my silk negligee, lookie Razor blades with me To make you bleed Cases of Maybelline makeup lay on the table with weed Slim Shady, shit sounds like a fable to me Till it jumps out the fucking toilet when you're taking a pee Here comes the rain and thunder now No where to run, to run now I'll disappear, they'll wonder how Lookin' for me, I'm underground Here comes the rain and thunder now No where to run to now I'll disappear, they'll wonder how Lookin' for me, I'm underground Six semen samples Seventeen strands of hair Found in the back of a van after the shoot for Vanity Fair Hannah Montana prepare to elope with a can opener And be cut open like cantaloupe on canopy beds And gladbags yeah, glad to be back Cause last year was a tragedy that landed me smack dab in rehab Fuckin' doctor, I ain't understand a damn what he said I planned to relapse the second I walked out of that bitch Two weeks in brighton, I ain't enlightened Biting into a fuckin' Vicodin like I'm a viking Oh lightening is striking, might be a fuckin' sign I need a psychic Evaluation, fuck jason it's friday the 19th That means it's just a regular day And this is the kinda shit I think of regularly Fuckin' lesbian, 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 No where to run, to run now I'll disappear, they'll wonder how Lookin' for me, I'm underground Here comes the rain and thunder now No where to run to now I'll disappear, they'll wonder how Lookin' 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, shoot an animal out of a cannon and have him catapult, add an adult Captain of a cult, with an elite following To turn Halloween back to a trick or treat holiday Have Michael Myers looking like a liar Swipe his powers, replace his knife with flowers and a stack of flyers Hit Jason Vorhees with a forty, stuck a suppository up his ass And made him tell me a story, gave Hannibal Lector a fuckin' nectarine And sat him in the fuckin' fruit and vegetables section and gave him a lecture Walked up Elm Street with a fuckin' wiffle bat drew Fought Freddy Krugar, and Edward Scissorhands too Then came out with a little scratch, oh Looking like I got in a fucking pillow fight, with a triple back goose Insanity? Can't it be vanity, where's the humanity In havin' a twisted fantasy with an arm and leg amputee Straight jacket with a hundred and eight brackets And a strap that wraps twice around my back, then they latch it Cut your fuckin' head off, and that's where you headed off to Get it, headed off to? Medic, this headache's awful This anesthetic's pathetic, so's this diabetic waffle And this prosthetic arm keeps crushing my hard taco Here comes the rain and thunder now No where to run, to run now I'll disappear, they'll wonder how Lookin' for me, I'm underground Here comes the rain and thunder now No where to run to now I'll disappear, they'll wonder how Lookin' for me, I'm underground