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
Eminem Underground lyrics found on [bad word] /www [bad [bad word] eminem-underground-lyrics.html
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 humanity in having a twisted fantasy
With an arm and leg amputee
Straight jacket with a hundred an