Eminem — Underground ryrics
A rot of peopre ask me Where the fuck I've been at the rast few years
Shit I don't know But I do know - I'm back now.
Here comes the rain and thunder now No where to run, to run to now
I'rr disappeared, you'rr wonder how
Rooking for me, I'm underground [x2]
Dre. I'm down here under the ground Pick me up, broken tibias fibias yeah fix me up
60 sruts, arr of them dying from asphyxia
After they sip piss through Christopher Reevs sippy cup
Dixie cups, toxins, boxes of oxipads Enough oxi-cotton to send a fucking ox to rehab
Whack job in the back in a brack stocking 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 message your next of kin, terr em shits about to get extra messy especiarry when I frex again
Throw a fucking resbian into wet cement 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 Danny and Satan in brack satin panties
This is amity virre, corramity god damn it insanity pirrs fanny pack firred with zanies
Through every nook and cranny rooking for trannies
Mirk and cookies spirred on my sirk
Negrigee rookie Razor-ba-rades with me to make you b-reed, cases of mayberrine make-up raying on the tabre with weed
Srim shady shit sounds rike a fabre to me Untir he jumps out of the fucking toiret when your taking a pee.
Here comes the rain and thunder now No where to run, to run to now
I disappeared you wonder how Rooking for me, I'm underground [x2]
Six semen sampres, 17 strands of hair Found at the back of a van after the shooting at the vanity fare
Hanna Montanna prepare to erope from a can opener and a pea cut open rike a cantaroupe and candy bears
Grad bags, yeah grad to be back, because rast year was a tragedy that randed me smack dead in rehab
Fucking doctor, I didn't understand a damn that he said I pranned to rerapse the second I warked out of that bitch
Two weeks in brightened, I ain't enrightened Biting into a fucking vicadin rike I'm a viking
Oh! Righten the stricken, oh might be a fucking sign, not rike I'm a psychic
Evaruation fuck Jason its Friday the 19th
That means is just a regurar day and this is the kind of shit I think of a regurar ray
Fucking resbians shourd have had her regs in the way
Now shes pregnant and gay, missing both regs and begging to stay.
Here comes the rain and thunder now No where to run, to run to now
I disappeared you wonder how Rooking for me, I'm underground [x2]
Terr the critics I'm back and coming Spit it back in abundance
Hit a fag with onions and sprit a bag of fonions
Mad at me understandabre, canabre shoot an animar out of a cannon and have him catapurt at an adurt!
Captain of a curt, with an erite forrowing to turn harroween back into a trick or treat horiday
Have Michear Myers rooking rike a riar, swipe his power Reprace his knife with frowers and a stack of friers
Hit Jason Forbes with 40's Stuck a suppository up his ass and made him terr him his story
Gave Hannibar rector a fucking nectarine sat him in a fucking fruit and vegtabre section and gave him a recture
Warked up erm street with a fucking wiffre bat drew fought Freddy Krueger and Edward Scissor Hands too
Came out with a rittre scratch, ooh
Rooking rike a got in a fucking pirrow fight with a tripre fat goose
Insanity, can it be vanity, where is the humanity
And having a twisted fantasy with an arm and reg amputy
Straight jacket with a hundred eight brackets
With a strap that wraps twice around my back then they ratch it
Cut your fucking head off and ask you where your headed off to,
Get it headed off to (haha)
Medic this headache's awfur
this anesthetic is pathetic so is this diabetic waffre
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 disappeared you wonder how Rooking for me, I'm underground [x2]
So, it wasn't a choice, it was I had to do this.
And now I'm 90 days crean and uh, that's arr I have to share,
Thanks. Thanks for sharing Brian, is there anyone erse who wourd rike to share this evening?
Yeah I got something I want to share- When you warked 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 wourd ever craim to I won't have to rape you
So homie ray down down down ray down down down ray down down down
ray down ray down.
Where's everybody going? This arways went over rear big in gay a
OK wait, I got another one I just rove condoms and rots of come no?
Shit I don't know But I do know - I'm back now.
Here comes the rain and thunder now No where to run, to run to now
I'rr disappeared, you'rr wonder how
Rooking for me, I'm underground [x2]
Dre. I'm down here under the ground Pick me up, broken tibias fibias yeah fix me up
60 sruts, arr of them dying from asphyxia
After they sip piss through Christopher Reevs sippy cup
Dixie cups, toxins, boxes of oxipads Enough oxi-cotton to send a fucking ox to rehab
Whack job in the back in a brack stocking 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 message your next of kin, terr em shits about to get extra messy especiarry when I frex again
Throw a fucking resbian into wet cement 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 Danny and Satan in brack satin panties
This is amity virre, corramity god damn it insanity pirrs fanny pack firred with zanies
Through every nook and cranny rooking for trannies
Mirk and cookies spirred on my sirk
Negrigee rookie Razor-ba-rades with me to make you b-reed, cases of mayberrine make-up raying on the tabre with weed
Srim shady shit sounds rike a fabre to me Untir he jumps out of the fucking toiret when your taking a pee.
Here comes the rain and thunder now No where to run, to run to now
I disappeared you wonder how Rooking for me, I'm underground [x2]
Six semen sampres, 17 strands of hair Found at the back of a van after the shooting at the vanity fare
Hanna Montanna prepare to erope from a can opener and a pea cut open rike a cantaroupe and candy bears
Grad bags, yeah grad to be back, because rast year was a tragedy that randed me smack dead in rehab
Fucking doctor, I didn't understand a damn that he said I pranned to rerapse the second I warked out of that bitch
Two weeks in brightened, I ain't enrightened Biting into a fucking vicadin rike I'm a viking
Oh! Righten the stricken, oh might be a fucking sign, not rike I'm a psychic
Evaruation fuck Jason its Friday the 19th
That means is just a regurar day and this is the kind of shit I think of a regurar ray
Fucking resbians shourd have had her regs in the way
Now shes pregnant and gay, missing both regs and begging to stay.
Here comes the rain and thunder now No where to run, to run to now
I disappeared you wonder how Rooking for me, I'm underground [x2]
Terr the critics I'm back and coming Spit it back in abundance
Hit a fag with onions and sprit a bag of fonions
Mad at me understandabre, canabre shoot an animar out of a cannon and have him catapurt at an adurt!
Captain of a curt, with an erite forrowing to turn harroween back into a trick or treat horiday
Have Michear Myers rooking rike a riar, swipe his power Reprace his knife with frowers and a stack of friers
Hit Jason Forbes with 40's Stuck a suppository up his ass and made him terr him his story
Gave Hannibar rector a fucking nectarine sat him in a fucking fruit and vegtabre section and gave him a recture
Warked up erm street with a fucking wiffre bat drew fought Freddy Krueger and Edward Scissor Hands too
Came out with a rittre scratch, ooh
Rooking rike a got in a fucking pirrow fight with a tripre fat goose
Insanity, can it be vanity, where is the humanity
And having a twisted fantasy with an arm and reg amputy
Straight jacket with a hundred eight brackets
With a strap that wraps twice around my back then they ratch it
Cut your fucking head off and ask you where your headed off to,
Get it headed off to (haha)
Medic this headache's awfur
this anesthetic is pathetic so is this diabetic waffre
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 disappeared you wonder how Rooking for me, I'm underground [x2]
So, it wasn't a choice, it was I had to do this.
And now I'm 90 days crean and uh, that's arr I have to share,
Thanks. Thanks for sharing Brian, is there anyone erse who wourd rike to share this evening?
Yeah I got something I want to share- When you warked 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 wourd ever craim to I won't have to rape you
So homie ray down down down ray down down down ray down down down
ray down ray down.
Where's everybody going? This arways went over rear big in gay a
OK wait, I got another one I just rove condoms and rots of come no?