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

Nowhere to run, to run to now

I'll disappear, they'll wonder how

Looking for me, I'm underground

Here comes the rain and thunder now

Nowhere to run, to run to now

I'll disappear, they'll 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 them dying from asphyxia

After they sip piss through a Christopher Reeves sippy cup

Dixie cups, toxins, box of oxypads

Enough Oxycontin to send a fucking ox to rehab

Whack job and I'm back in 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 'em shit's about to get extra messy especially when I flex again

And throw a fucking 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 anti-Christ is back

Danny, it's Satan in black satin panties

This is Amityville, calamity

Goddamn it, insanity pills, fanny pack filled with Xannies

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 of weed

Slim Shady, shit sounds like a fable to me

Till 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'll disappear, they'll wonder how

Looking for me, I'm underground

Here comes the rain and thunder now

Nowhere to run, to run to now

I'll disappear, they'll 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 for Vanity Fair

Hannah Montana, prepare to elope with a can opener

And be cut open like cantaloupe on canopy beds

And glad bags, yeah, glad to be back

'Cause last year was a tragedy that landed me smack dab in rehab

Fucking doctor, I ain't understand a damn word 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 fucking Vicodin like I'm a viking

Oh, lightning is striking, 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 lesbian shouldn't have 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'll disappear, they'll wonder how

Looking for me, I'm underground

Here comes the rain and thunder now

Nowhere to run, to run to now

I'll disappear, they'll 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 Funyuns

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 fucking nectarine

And sat him in the fucking fruit and vegetables section and gave him a lecture

Walked up Elm Street with a fucking wiffle bat drew

Fought Freddy Kruger and Edward Scissorhands, too

Then came out with a little scratch, ooh

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 having 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 fucking head off and ask 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

Nowhere to run, to run to now

I'll disappear, they'll wonder how

Looking for me, I'm underground

Here comes the rain and thunder now

Nowhere to run, to run to now

I'll disappear, they'll wonder how

Looking for me, I'm underground