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
Here comes the rain and thunder now Nowhere to run, to run to now I disappeared, don´t wonder how Lookin´ for me? I´m underground Here comes the rain and thunder now Nowhere to run, to run to now I disappeared, don´t wonder how Lookin´ 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 them dyin´ from asphyxia After they sip piss through a Christopher Reeves sippy cup Dixie cups, toxins, boxes of Oxy pads Enough Oxycontin to send a fuckin´ ox to rehab Wack job in the back in a black stocking cap Jackin´ 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 shit´s about to get extra messy Especially when I flex again And throw a fuckin´ lesbian in wet cement 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 fuckin´ Anti-Christ is back, Dante It´s Satan in black satin panties This is Amityville, calamity, goddamn it Insanity, pills, fanny pack filled with Xannies Through every nook and cranny, lookin´ for trannies Milk and cookies spilled on my silk négligée, looky Razor-ba-lades with me to make you ba-leed
Cases of Maybelline makeup 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
Here comes the rain and thunder now Nowhere to run, to run to now I disappeared, don´t wonder how Lookin´ for me? I´m underground Here comes the rain and thunder now Nowhere to run, to run to now I disappeared, don´t wonder how Lookin´ for me? I´m underground
Six semen samples, seventeen 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 Glad bags, yeah, glad to be back ´Cause last year was a tragedy rhat landed me smack-dab in rehab Fuckin´ doctor, I ain´t understand a damn word he said I planned to relapse the second I walked out of that bitch Two weeks in Brighton, I ain´t enlightened Bitin´ into a fuckin´ Vicodin like I´m a Viking Oh, lightning is strikin´, it 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 (Hah!) And this is the kind of shit I think of regularly Fuckin´ lesbian shouldn´t have had her legs in the way Now she´s pregnant and gay, missin´ both legs and beggin´ to stay
Here comes the rain and thunder now Nowhere to run, to run to now I disappeared, don´t wonder how Lookin´ for me? I´m underground Here comes the rain and thunder now Nowhere to run, to run to now I disappeared, don´t wonder how Lookin´ for me? I´m underground
Tell the critics I´m back and I´m comin´ to spit it back in abundance Hit a fag with onions, then 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 into a trick-or-treat holiday Have Michael Myers lookin´ like a liar, swipe his powers Replace his knife with flowers and a stack of fliers Hit Jason Vorhees with a 40; stuck a suppository Up his ass, and made him tell me a story Gave Hannibal Lector a fuckin´ nectarine And sat him in the fuckin´ fruit and vegetable section And gave him a lecture Walked up Elm Street with a fuckin´ Wiffle bat drew 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 F.A.T. goose
Insanity, can it be vanity? Where´s the humanity in having a twisted fantasy With an arm-and-leg amputee? Straitjacket with a hundred and eight brackets And a strap that wraps twice around my back Then they latch it; cut your fuckin´ head off And ask where you´re headed off to Get it? Headed off to? Medic, this headache´s awful! This anesthetic´s pathetic, so is this diabetic waffle And this prosthetic arm keeps crushin´ my hard taco
Here comes the rain and thunder now Nowhere to run, to run to now I disappeared, don´t wonder how Lookin´ for me? I´m underground
Here comes the rain and thunder now Nowhere to run, to run to now I disappeared, don´t wonder how Lookin´ for me? I´m underground
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´d 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 Okay, wait, I got another one "I just love condoms and lots of cum" No? Well, shit!