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点击复制A lot of people ask me
Where the f**k I've been at the last
Few years
Sh*t I don't know
But I do know I'm back now (haha)
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
Dre I'm down here under the ground pick me up
Broken tibias fibias yeah fix me up
Sixty sluts all of them dying 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
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 faggot now guess again
Better text message your next to kin
Tell him shit’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**king anti-christ is back Danny
It’s Satan in black satin panties
This is Amittyville calamity God dammit insanity pills
Fanny pack filled with Xannax
Through every nook and cranny lookin for trannies
Milk and cookies spilled through her silk negligee looky
Razor blade whip it to make you bleed
Cases of Maybeline make up lay on the table of w**d
Slim Shady sh*t sounds like a fable to me
Til he jumps out the f**kin 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
Six semen 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**king doctor I ain’t even understand a damn word he said
I planned to relapse second I walked outta that b**ch
Two weeks sobriety I ain’t enlightened
Biting into a f**king Vicodin like I’m a Viking
Oh lightning is striking it might be a f**king
Sign I need a psychic
Evaluation f**k 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**king lesbian shouldn’t of had her legs in the way
Now she’s pregnant and
Gay missing both legs and beggin to stay
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
So for critics I’m back and I’m coming
To spit it back in abundance
Hit a fag 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 a**
And made him tell me a story
Gave Hannibal Lector a f**king nectarine
And sat him in the fcking fruit and vegetable section
And gave him a lecture
Walked up Elm street with a f**king whiffle bat drew
Fought Freddy Kreugar and Edward Scissorhands too
And came out with a little scratch – Ew
Lookin like a got in a f**king 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 f**king head off
And ask where you’re headed off to
Get it
Headed off too
Medic This headache’s awful
This anesthetic’s pathetic
So is this diabetic waffle
And this prosthetic arm keeps crushing my hard taco
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