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'll disappear, they'll wonder how 
    
  Looking for me, I'm underground (x2) 
  
    
  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 Christopher Reeves sippy cup 
    
  Dixie cups, toxins, boxes of oxipads 
    
  Enough oxi-cotton to send a fucking ox to rehab 
    
  Whack job in a bag and a black stalking 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 your next of kin, 
    
  tell em shits about to get extra messy especially when I flex again 
    
  Throw a fucking lesbian into wetzy men 
    
  Faggidy, faggidy, fagidy, ragidy ann and andy, NO! ragidy, andy and andy NO! it cant be, it cant be 
    
  Yes it can be, the fucking anti-christ is back danny and satan in black satin panties 
    
  This is amity ville, calamity god damn it insanity pills fanny pack filled with zanies 
    
  Through every nook and cranny looking for trannies 
    
  Milk and cookies spilled on my silk Negligee lookie 
    
  Razor-ba-lades with me to make you b-leed, 
    
  cases of maybelline make-up laying on the table with weed 
    
  Slim shady, shit sounds like a fable to me 
    
  Until he jumps out of 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 (x2) 
  
    
  Six semen samples, 17 strands of hair 
    
  Found at the back of a van after the shoot with Vanity Fare 
    
  Hannah Montana prepare to elope with a can opener and be cut open like a cantaloupe and canopy beds 
    
  Glad bags, yeah glad to be back, because last year was a tragedy that landed me smack dabin 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 brightened, I ain't enlightened 
    
  Biting into a fucking vicadin like I'm a viking 
    
  Oh! Lighten the striken, might be a fuckin' sign a need a psychic 
    
  Evaluation, fuck Jason its Friday the 19th 
    
  That means is just a regular day 
    
  and this is the kind of shit I think of a regular-lay 
    
  Fucking lesbians should 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 (x2) 
  
    
  Tell the critics I'm back and I'm coming 
    
  Spit it back in abundance 
    
  Hit a fag with onions and split a bag of fonions 
    
  Mad at me understandable, cannibal shooting animal, light up a cannon and have him catapult adding a dog! 
    
  Captain of a cult, with an elite following to turn Halloween back into a trick or treat holiday 
    
  Have Micheal Myers looking like a liar, swipe his powers 
    
  Replace his knife with flowers and a stack of fliers 
    
  Hit Jason Voorhees with 40's 
    
  Stuck a expository up his ass and made him tell me a story 
    
  Gave Hannibal Lector a fucking nectarine 
    
  sat him in a fucking fruit and vegetable section and gave him a lecture 
    
  Walked up elm street with a fucking wifflebat drew 
    
  fought Freddy Krueger and Edward Scissor Hands too 
    
  Came out with a little scratch, ooh 
    
  Looking like a got in a fucking pillow fight with a triple fat goose 
    
  Insanity, can it be panity, where is the humanity 
    
  And having a twisted fantasy with an arm and leg amputee 
    
  Straight jacket with a hundred eight brackets 
    
  With a strap that wraps twice around my back, then they latch it 
    
  Cut your fucking head off and ask you where your headed off to, 
    
  Get it, headed off to? (haha) 
    
  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 (x2) 
  
    
  (Talking) 
    
  So, it wasn't a choice, it was I had to do this. 
    
  And now I got 90 days clean and uh, that's all I have to share, Thanks. 
  
    
  Thanks for sharing Brian, is there anyone else who would like to share this evening? 
  
    
  Yeah I got something to share- 
    
  When you walked through the door you were queer to me 
    
  So come here baby boy, just come here to me 
    
  You're a cock boy, everybody wants you 
    
  You're gayer than you would ever claim to 
    
  I won't have to rape you 
    
  So homie lay down down down 
    
  lay down down down 
    
  lay down down down 
    
  lay down lay down 
  
    
  Where's everybody going? 
    
  This always went over real big in gay a 
    
  Ok wait, I got another one 
  
    
  I just love condoms and lots of cum 
    
  No? 
    
  Oh shit.
poniedziałek, 4 czerwca 2012
Underground/Ken Kaniff Eminem
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