Underground Testo

[Intro]

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

[Chorus]
Here comes the rain!
And thunder now!
No where 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!
No where to run!
To run to now!
I've disappeared!
Don't wonder how!
Looking for me!
I'm underground!

[Verse 1]
Dre, I'm down here
Under the ground, dig me up
Broken tibias, fibulas, yeah fix me up
60 sluts
All of em
Dying from asphyxia
After they sip piss through a Christopher Reeve sippy cup

Dixie cups, toxic, boxes of oxi pads
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 can't say that)

Yes he can
I just did faggot
Now guess again
Better text message her
next to Ken(?)
Tell him shit's about to get extra messy
Especially when I
Flex again
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
It's Satan in black satin panties

This is Amityville
Calamity
Goddammit
Insanity
Pills
Fanny pack
Filled
With Zanies
Through every nook-n-cranny
Looking for trannies
Milk 'n' cookies
Spilled
On my silk, necklace, jade

Look

Razor b-lades with me
To make you b-leed
Cases of Maybelline
Make-up
Lay on a table
Of weed
Slim Shady
Shit sounds like a fable to me
'till he jumps out the fuckin' toilet when you're takin' a pee

[Chorus]

Here comes the rain!
And thunder now!
No where 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!
No where to run!
To run to now!
I've disappeared!
Don't wonder how!
Looking for me!
I'm underground!

[Verse 2]

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 feet 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
Fuckin' doctor
I ain't understand a damn what he said
I planned a relapse the second I walked out of that bitch

Two weeks in Brighton
I ain't enlightened
Bitin' into a fuckin' biket and
light them a (?)
Oh
Lightning is striking
Might be a fucking sign
And I need a psychic
Evaluation
Fuck Jason
It's Friday the 19th

That means it's just a regular day
And this is the kind of shit I think of regu-lar-ly
Fuckin' lesbians
Shouldn't have had her legs in the way
Now she's pregnant and gay
Missin' both legs and beggin' to stay

[Chorus]

Here comes the rain!
And thunder now!
No where 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!
No where to run!
To run to now!
I've disappeared!
Don't wonder how!
Looking for me!
I'm underground!

[Verse 3]

Tell the critics I'm back and I'm coming
To spit it back in abundance
Hit a fag with onions
And split a bag of Funyuns
Mad at me
Understandable
Cannibal
Shoot an animal
Out of a cannon
And have 'em catapult...
At an adult

Captain of a cult
With an elite following
To turn Halloween back
To a trick-or-treat holiday
Had Michael Myers lookin' 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 a fucking fruit and vegetable section and gave him a lecture

Walked up Elm street with a fucking (?)
Fought Freddy Krueger and Edward Scissorhands too
And came out with a little scratch, ooh
Lookin' like I got in a fuckin' pillow fight with a Triple FAT Goose

Insanity
Can't it be
Vanity
Where's the humanity
In having a twisted fantasy
With an arm and leg amputee

Straitjacket
Wit' a hundred and 8 brackets
And a strap that wraps twice around my back
Then they latch it
Cut your fuckin' head off and ask where you headed off to

Get it?
Headed off to?

Medic, this headache's awful
This anaesthetic's pathetic
So is this diabetic waffle
And this prosthetic arm keeps crushing my hard taco!

[Chorus]

Here comes the rain!
And thunder now!
No where 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!
No where to run!
To run to now!
I've disappeared!
Don't wonder how!
Looking for me!
I'm underground!