EMINEM

EMINEM - Underground

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[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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