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) 
  [bad word] the rain and thunder now 
No where [bad word]  [bad word] to now 
I'll disappear, they'll wonder how 
Lookin for me, I'm underground 
  [bad word] the rain and thunder now 
No where [bad word] 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 
  [bad word] the rain and thunder now 
No where [bad word]  [bad word] to now 
I'll disappear, they'll wonder how 
Lookin for me, I'm underground 
  [bad word] the rain and thunder now 
No where [bad word] 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 [bad word] 
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] [bad word] 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