"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.
Here comes the rain and thunder now No where to run, to run to now
I'll disappeared, you'll wonder how
Looking for me, I'm underground [x2]
Dre. I'm down here under the ground dig me up, broken tibias fibias yeah fix me up
60 sluts, all of them dying from asphyxia
After they sip piss through Christopher Reevs sippy cup
Dixie cups, toxins, boxes of oxipads Enough oxi-cotton to send a fucking ox to rehab
Whack job in the back in a black stocking cap Jacking off to a hockey mask at a boxing match (He cant 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
Throw a fucking lesbian into wet cement Faggidy, faggidy, fagidy, ragidy ann and Andy,
NO! ragidy, Andy and Andy NO! it cant be, it cant be
Yes it can be, the fucking anti-christ back Danny and Satan in black satin panties
This is amity ville, collamity god damn it insanity pills fanny pack filled with zanies
Through every nook and cranny looking for trannies
Milk and cookies spilled on my silk
Negligee lookie Razor-ba-lades with me to make you b-leed, cases of maybelline make-up laying on the table with weed
Slim shady shit sounds like a fable to me Until he jumps out of the fucking toilet when your taking a pee.
Here comes the rain and thunder now No where to run, to run to now
I disappeared you wonder how Looking for me, I'm underground [x2]
Six semen samples, 17 strands of hair Found at the back of a van after the shooting at the vanity fare
Hanna Montanna prepare to elope from a can opener and a pea cut open like a cantaloupe and candy bears
Glad bags, yeah glad to be back, because last year was a tragedy that landed me smack dead in rehab
Fucking doctor, I didn't understand a damn that he said I planned to relapse the second I walked out of that bitch
Two weeks in brightened, I ain't enlightened Biting into a fucking vicadin like I'm a viking
Oh! Lighten the stricken, oh might be a fucking sign, not like I'm a psychic
Evaluation fuck Jason its Friday the 19th
That means is just a regular day and this is the kind of shit I think of a regular lay
Fucking lesbians should have had her legs in the way
Now shes pregnant and gay, missing both legs and begging to stay.
Here comes the rain and thunder now No where to run, to run to now
I disappeared you wonder how Looking for me, I'm underground [x2]
Tell the critics I'm back and coming Spit it back in abundance
Hit a fag with onions and split a bag of fonions
Mad at me understandable, canable shoot an animal out of a cannon and have him catapult at an adult!
Captain of a cult, with an elite following to turn halloween back into a trick or treat holiday
Have Micheal Myers looking like a liar, swipe his power Replace his knife with flowers and a stack of fliers
Hit Jason Forbes with 40's Stuck a suppository up his ass and made him tell him his story
Gave Hannibal lector a fucking nectarine sat him in a fucking fruit and vegtable section and gave him a lecture
Walked up elm street with a fucking wiffle bat drew fought Freddy Krueger and Edward Scissor Hands too
Came out with a little scratch, ooh
Looking like a got in a fucking pillow fight with a triple fat goose
Insanity, can it be vanity, where is the humanity
And having a twisted fantasy with an arm and leg amputy
Straight jacket with a hundred eight brackets
With a strap that wraps twice around my back then they latch it
Cut your fucking head off and ask you where your headed off to,
Get it headed off to (haha)
Medic this headache's awful
this anesthetic is pathetic so is 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 to now
I disappeared you wonder how Looking for me, I'm underground [x2]
its dig me up not pick me up