Lyrics 20th Century Fox Fanfare - John Williams , London Symphony Orchestra

Here comes the rain and thunder now
No where to run, to run til now
I disapeared you wonder how
Looking for me, Im underground Dre. Im down here under the ground
Pick me up, broken tibias fibias yeah fix me up
60 sluts, all of them dying from mass fixia
After they sit pissed through Cristofer Reevs sippy cup
Dixie cups, tonsils, boxes of oxipads
Enough oxi-cotton to send a fucking nox to rehab
Whack job in a bag and a black stalking cap
Jacking off to a hockey mask at a boxing match (He cant say that)
Yes he can, I just did faggot, now guess again
Better text messege next of kin,
Tell em shits about to get extra messy aspecially when I flex again
Throw a fucking lesbian into wetzy men
Faggidy, faggidy, fagidy, ragidy ann and andy, NO! ragidy, andy and andy NO! it cant be, it cant be
Yes it can be, the fucking anti-christ back danty and satan in black set of panties
This is amity ville, collamity god damn it insanity pills fanity pack filled with zanies
Through everynote to cranny looking for tranny′s
Milk and cookies spilled on my silk Negligee nookie
Razor-ba-lades with me to make you b-leed,
Cases of maybelline make-up laying on the table with weed
Slim shady shit sounds like a fable to me
Until he jumps out of the fucking toilet when your taking a pee.

Here comes the rain and thunder now
No where to run, to run til now
I disapeared you wonder how
Looking for me, Im underground Six semen samples, 17 strands of hair
Found at the back of a van after the shooting at the vanity fare
Hanna Montanna prepare to elope from a can opener and a pea cut open like a canalope and candy bears
Glad bags, yeah glad to be back, because last year was a tragidy that landed me smack dead in rehab
Fucking doctor, I didnt understand a damn that he said
I planned to relapse the second I walked out of that bitch
Two weeks in brightened, I aint enlightened
Biting into a fucking vicadin like im a vikin
Oh! Lighten the striken, oh might be a signed not like Im psychic
Evaluation fucking Jason its friday the 19th
That means is just a regular day and this is the kind of shit I think of a regluar lay
Fucking lesbians should have had her legs in the way
Now shes pregnent and gay, missing both legs and begging to stay.

Here comes the rain and thunder now
No where to run, to run til now
I disapeared you wonder how
Looking for me, Im underground Tell the cridics Im back and coming
Spit it back in abundance
Hit a fag with onions and split a bag of fonions
Mad at me understandable, canable shooting animal light up a cannon and have him catapult adding a dog!
Captain of a cult, with a lead following to turn halloween back into a trick or treat holiday
Have Micheal Myers looking like a lier, swipe his power
Replace his knife with flowers and a stack of fliers
Hit Jason Forbes with 40's
Stuck a expository up his ass and made him tell him his story
Gave hannbolecter a fucking nectarine
Sat him down in a fucking fruit and vegtable section and gave him a lecture
Walked up bound street with a fucking wiffle bag drew
Fought Freddy Cruger and Edward Scissor Hands too
Came out with a little scratch, ooh
Looking like a got in a fucking pillow fight with a tripple fat goose
Insanity, can it be panity, where is the humanity
And having a twisted fantisy with an arm and leg amputy
Straight jacket with a hundred eight bracketen
With a strap that wraps twice around my back then they latch it
Cut your fucking head off and ask you where your headed off to,
Get it headed off to (haha)
Medic this head looks awful
This anisthetic is 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 til now
I disapeared you wonder how
Looking for me, Im underground