[Intro] 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
[Hook] Here comes the rain and thunder now No where to run, to run to now I disappeared, you wonder how Looking for me? I'm underground
[Verse 1] Dre, I'm down here, under the ground, dig me up Broken tibias, fibias, yeah, fix me up 60 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 fuckin' ox to rehab Wack job in the back in 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 'em shit's about to get extra messy, especially when I flex again And throw a fuckin' 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 fucking Anti-Christ is back, Dante It's Satan in black satin panties This is Amityville calamity, goddamn it Insanity pills, fanny pack filled with Xannies Through every nook and cranny lookin' for trannies Milk and cookies spilled on my silk negligee, looky Razor-ba-lades with me to make you ba-leed Cases of Maybelline makeup lay on a table of weed "Slim Shady? Shit sounds like a fable to me" 'til he jumps out of the fuckin' toilet when you're taking a pee!
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[Verse 2] 6 semen samples, 17 strands of hair Found in the back of a van after the 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 Fuckin' 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 Biting into a fuckin' Vicodin like I'm a Viking Oh, lightning is striking, it might be a fuckin' sign, I need a psychic Evaluation, Fuck Jason, it's Friday the 19th! That means it's just a regular day And this is the kind of shit I think of regularly Fucking lesbian shouldn't have had her legs in the way Now she's pregnant and gay, missin' both legs and begging to stay
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[Verse 3] Tell the critics I'm back and comin' 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 into a trick-or-treat holiday Have Michael Myers lookin' like a liar, swipe his power Replace his knife with flowers and a stack of fliers Hit Jason Vorhees with a 40 Stuck a suppository up his ass and made him tell me a story Gave Hannibal Lector a fuckin' nectarine and sat him In the fuckin' fruit and vegetable section and gave him a lecture Walked up Elm street with a fucking whiffle bat drew Fought Freddy Krueger and Edward Scissorhands, too Came out with a little scratch, ew Lookin' like I got in a fuckin' pillow fight with a triple-fat goose Insanity, can it be vanity? Where is the humanity In having a twisted fantasy with an arm-and-leg amputee? Straitjacket with a hundred eight brackets With a strap that wraps twice around my back then they latch it Cut your fucking head off and ask you where you're headed off to Get it? Headed off to? Medic, this headache's awful This anesthetic's pathetic, so's this diabetic waffle And this prosthetic arm keeps crushing my hard taco
[Outro] - So, it wasn't a choice, it was I had to do this And now I'm 90 days clean and uh, that's all I have to share Thanks - Thanks for sharing Brian, is there anyone else who would like to share this evening? - Yeah I got something I want to share: When you walked through the door you were queer to me So come here baby boy, just come here to me You're a cock boy, everybody wants you You're gayer than you would ever claim to I won't have to rape you So homie lay down down down, lay down down down Lay down down down, lay down lay down Where's everybody going? This always went over real big in gay a Ok wait, I got another one I just love condoms and lots of cum, no? Oh, shitTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
