When They Come For Me/Underground - Linkin Park (林肯公园)/Eminem (埃米纳姆)

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 f**kin' 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 sh*t's about to get extra messy

Especially when I flex again

And throw a f**kin' 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 f**kin' 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 **

Slim shady sh*t sounds like a fable to me

'Til he jumps out of the f**kin' toilet when you're takin' a pee

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 a** and made him tell me a story

Gave Hannibal Lector a f**kin' nectarine

And sat him in the f**kin' fruit and vegetable section

And gave him a lecture

Walked up Elm Street with a f**kin' Wiffle bat drew

Fought Freddy Krueger and Edward Scissorhands too

And came out with a little scratch ooh

Lookin' like I got in a f**kin' 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 f**kin' 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

Oh when they come for me

Come for me I'll be gone

Oh when they come for me

Come for me I'll be gone

Oh when they come for me

Come for me I'll be gone