paroles de chanson Underground / Ken Kaniff - Eminem

A lot of people ask me
Where the fuck I've been at the last few years
Shit I don't know
But I do know, I'm back now
HAHA

Here comes the rain and thunder now
Nowhere to run, to run to now
I've disappeared, don't wonder how
Looking for me
I'm underground

Here comes the rain and thunder now
Nowhere to run, to run to now
I've disappeared, don't wonder how
Looking for me
I'm underground

Dre I'm down here, under the ground dig me up
Broken tibias fibias, yeah fix me up
Sixty sluts all of 'em dying from asphyxia
After they sip piss through a Christopher Reeves sippy cup
Dixy cups toxins boxes of oxy pads
Enough oxycotin to send a fucking ox to rehab
Wack job in the back with a black stocking cap
Jacking off to a hockey mask at a boxing match
He can't say that - yes he can
I just did faggot now guess again
Better text message your next of kin
Tell him shit's about to get extra messy especially when
I flex again and throw a fucking lesbian in wet cement
So 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 fucking anti christ is back Danny
It's Satan in black satin panties
This is Amityville calamity got damnit insanity pills
Fanny pack filled with zanax
Through every nook and cranny
Lookin for trannys, milk and cookies spilt on my silk négligé looky
Razor blades with me to make you believe
Cases of maybelline make up lay on the table of weed
Slim shady shit sounds like a fable to me
Until he jumps out the fucking toilet when you're taking a pee

Here comes the rain and thunder now
Nowhere to run, to run to now
I've disappeared, don't wonder how
Looking for me
I'm underground

Here comes the rain and thunder now
Nowhere to run, to run to now
I've disappeared, don't wonder how
Looking for me
I'm underground

Six semen samples, seventeen strands of hair
Found in the back of a van after the shoot at Vanity Fair
Hannah Montana prepare to elope with a can opener
And be cut open like cantaloupe with canopy beds
With glad bags, yeah glad to be back
'Cause last year was a tragedy that landed me smack dab in rehab
Fucking doctor I didn't understand a damn word he said
I planned to relapse the second I walked out of that bitch
Two weeks in Brighton, I ain't enlightened
Bitin' into a fucking Vicodin like I 'am viking
Oh, lightning strike it might be a fucking sign I need a psychic
Evaluation, fuck Jason it's Friday the nineteenth
That means it's just a regular day
And this is the kind of shit I think of regularly
Fucking Lesbians shouldn't have had her legs in the way
Now she's pregnant and gay
Missing both legs and begging to stay.

Here comes the rain and thunder now
Nowhere to run, to run to now
I've disappeared, don't wonder how
Looking for me
I'm underground

Here comes the rain and thunder now
Nowhere to run, to run to now
I've disappeared, don't wonder how
Looking for me
I'm underground

Tell the critics I'm back and I'm coming
To spit back in abundance
Hit a fag with onions
Then split a bag of Funyuns
Mad at me understandable
Cannibal shooting animal
Out of a cannon and have him catapult at an adult
Captain of a cult with an elite following
To turn Halloween back to a Trick of Treat holiday
Have Micheal Myers looking like a liar
Swipe his powers, replace his knife with flowers and a stack of flyers
Hit Jason Vorhees with a forty
Stuck a suppository up his ass
And made him tell me a story
Gave Hannibal Elector a fucking nectarine
And sat him in the fucking fruit and vegetable section and gave him a lecture
Walked up elm street with a fucking wiffle bat drew
Fought Freddy Kruger and Edward Scissor hands too
And came out with a little scratch oww
Looking like I got into a fucking pillow fight with a triple fat goose
Insanity can it be vanity, wheres the humanity
In havin a twisted sex fantasy with an arm and leg amputee
Straight jacket with 108 brackets
And a strap that wraps twice around my back then they latch it,
Cut ya f**kin head off and ask where you headed off to
Get it - headed off to?
Medic this headache's awful, this anesthetic's pathetic, so is the diabetic waffle
And this prostetic arm keep crushin my hard taco