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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 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 ity, 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