Underground/Ken Kaniff

lot of people ask me, 
Where the [bad word] I've been at the last 
Few years,  [bad word] I don't know, 
But I do know I'm back now (haha) 
 
Here comes the rain and thunder now 
No where to run, to run to now 
I'll disappear, they'll wonder how 
Lookin for me, I'm underground 
 
Here comes the rain and thunder now 
No where to run to run to now 
I'll disappear, they'll wonder how 
Lookin for me, I'm underground 
 
Verse 1: 
 
Dre I'm down here under the ground pick me up 
Broken tibias, fibias, yeah fix me up 
Sixty [bad word]  all of them dying from asphyxia 
After they sip [bad word] through a Christopher Reeves sippy cup 
Dixie cups, toxins, boxes of Oxy pads 
Enough oxycontin to send a f*ckin ox to rehab 
Whack job in the back in a black stockin cap 
Jackin off to a hockey mask at a boxing match 
(Can’t say that) yes he can, I just did [bad word] now guess again 
Better text message your next to kin 
Tell him [bad word] s about to get extra messy especially when I flex again 
And throw a f*ckin [bad word] in wet cement  [bad word]  [bad word]  [bad word] raggedy Ann and Andy no raggedy Andy and Andy 
No it can’t be it can’t be, yes it can be the [bad word] anti-christ is back Danny 
It’s Satan in black satin panties 
This is Amittyville calamity God d*mmit, insanity pills  [bad word] pack filled with Zanny’s 
Through every nook and cranny lookin for trannies 
Milk and cookies spilled through her silk negligee looky 
Razor-ba-lades with me to make you ba-leed 
Cases of Maybeline make up lay on the table of weed 
Slim Shady, sh*t sounds like a fable to me 
Til he jumps out the f*ckin toilet while your takin a pee 
 
Here comes the rain and thunder now 
No where to run, to run to now 
I'll disappear, they'll wonder how 
Lookin for me, I'm underground 
 
Here comes the rain and thunder now 
No where to run to run to now 
I'll disappear, they'll wonder how 
Lookin for me, I'm underground 
 
Verse 2: 
 
Six [bad word] samples seventeen strands of hair 
Found in the back of a van after a shoot with Vanity Fair 
Hannah Montana prepare to elope with a can opener 
And be cut open like cantaloupe and canopy beds 
And Glad bags, yeah, glad to be back 
Cause last year was a tragedy that landed me smack dab in rehab 
F*ckin doctor I ain’t even understand a [bad word] word he said 
I planned to relapse second I walked outta that [bad word] 
Two weeks sobriety I ain’t enlightened 
Biting into a f*ckin Vicodin like I’m a Viking 
Oh lightning is striking it might be a f*cking sign I need a psychic 
Evaluation f*ck Jason it’s Friday the nineteenth 
That means it’s just a regular day 
And this is the kind of sh*t I think of regularly 
F*ckin [bad word] shouldn’t of had her legs in the way 
Now she’s pregnant and [bad word] missing both legs and beggin to stay 
 
Verse 3: 
So for critics, I’m back and I’m coming 
To spit it back in abundance 
Hit a [bad word] with onions 
Then split a bag of Funyons 
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 to a trick or treat Holiday 
Have Michael Myers looking like a liar 
Swipe his powers 
Replace his knife for flowers and a stack of flyers 
Hit Jason Forhes with a 40 
Stuck a suppository up his [bad word] 
And made him tell me a story 
Gave Hannibal Lector a [bad word] nectarine 
And sat him in the [bad word] fruit and vegetable section 
And gave him a lecture 
Walked up Elm street with a [bad word] whiffle bat drew 
Fought Freddy Kreugar and Edward Scissorhands too 
And came out with a little scratch – Ew 
Lookin like a got in a [bad word] pillow fight 
With a triple fat goose 
Insanity? Can it be vanity? 
Where’s the humani