Underground

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 dig me up Broken tibias fibias, yeah fix me up Sixty sluts all of 'em dying from mass afixial After they sip piss through a Christopher Reeves sippy cup Dixy cups toxins boxes of oxy pads Enough oxycotin to send a fucking ox to rehab Wack job in the back with a black stocking cap Jacking 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 him shits about to get extra messy especially when I flex again and throw a fucking lesbian in wet cement So 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 anti christ is back Danny Its Satan in black satin panties This is Amityville calamity got damnit insanity pills Fanny pack filled with zanax Through every nook and cranny Lookin for trannys milk and cookies spilt on my silk neglociet looky Razor balades wit me to make you bleed Cases of maboline make up lay on the table of weed Slim shady shit sounds like a fable to me Until he jumps out the fucking toilet when 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 seaman 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 enlighten Bitin' into a fucking Vicodin like I 'am 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 back an 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 Vorheys with a forty Stuck a repository up his ass And made him tell me a story Gave Hannibal Elector 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 Krougar and Edward Scissor hands too And came out with a little scratch oww Looking like I got into a fucking pillow fight with a triple fat goose Insanity can itbe vanity, where's the humanity In havin a twist of fantasy with a arm an leg amputee Straight jacket with 108 brackets And a strap the 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? Medice this headaches awful, this anistetics pathetic so is the diabetic waffel And this prostetic arm keep crushin my hard taco 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