Chorus:

Chorus:

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

Chorus:

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 humanity in having a twisted fantasy
With an arm and leg amputee
Straight jacket with a hundred and eight brackets
And a strap that wraps twice around my back
Then they latch it
Cut your [bad word] head off
And ask where you’re headed off to
Get it?
Headed off too?
Medic! This headache’s awful
This