[Intro] Alot 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 come's the rain, and thunder now Nowhere to run, to run to now I disappeared, they'll wonder how Looking for me, I'm underground Here come's the rain, and thunder now Nowhere to run, to run to now I disappeared, they'll wonder how Looking for me, I'm underground [Verse 1] 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 a Christopher Reeves sippy cup Dixy cup, it's toxins, boxes of oxy pads Enough oxy 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, you better text message your next of kin Tell em shit's about to get extra messy, especially when I flex again, and throw a fuckin' lesbian in wet cement Faggoty faggoty faggoty, raggedy Anne and Andy, no Raggedy Andy and Andy, no it can't be, it can't be Yes it can be, the fuckin' anti-christ is back Danny It's satan in black satin panties This is amityville, calamity, god damn it insanity Pills, fanny pack filled with Xany's Through every nook and cranny, lookin' for trannys Milk and cookies, spilt on my silk negligee, looky 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 'Til he jumps out of the fuckin' toilet when you're takin' a pee [Chorus] Here come's the rain, and thunder now Nowhere to run, to run to now I disappeared, they'll wonder how Looking for me, I'm underground Here come's the rain, and thunder now Nowhere to run, to run to now I disappeared, they'll wonder how Looking for me, I'm underground [Verse 2] 6 semen samples, 17 strands of hair Found in the back of a van after the shoot with Vanity Fair Hannah Montana prepare to elope with a can opener And be cut open like cantaloupe on canopy beds And gladbags 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 to relapse the second I walked out of that bitch Two weeks in brighton, I ain't enlightened Biting into a fuckin' vicodin like I'm a viking Oh lightening is striking, might be a fuckin' sign I need a psychic Evaluation, fuck jason it's friday the 19th That means it's just a regular day And this is the kinda shit I think of regularly Fuckin' lesbian, shouldn't of had her legs in the way Now she's pregnant and gay, missing both legs and begging to stay [Chorus] Here come's the rain, and thunder now Nowhere to run, to run to now I disappeared, they'll wonder how Looking for me, I'm underground Here come's the rain, and thunder now Nowhere to run, to run to now I disappeared, they'll 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, then split a fag of funions 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 40, stuck a sepository up his ass And made him tell me a story, gave Hannibal lector a fuckin' nectarine And sat him in the fuckin' fruit and vegetables section and gave him a lecture Walked up elm street with a fuckin' wiffle bat drew Fought Freddy Krugar, and Edward Scissorhands too Then came out with a little scratch, ooh Looking like I got in a fucking pillow fight, with a triple fat goose Insanity? can't it be vanity, where's the humanity In havin' a twisted fantasy with an arm and leg amputee Straight jacket with 108 brackets And a strap that wraps twice around my back, then they latch it Cut your fuckin' head off, and that's 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 [Chorus] Here come's the rain, and thunder now Nowhere to run, to run to now I disappeared, they'll wonder how Looking for me, I'm underground Here come's the rain, and thunder now Nowhere to run, to run to now I disappeared, they'll wonder how Looking for me, I'm underground
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