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