[Lyrics] Eminem - Underground

[Eminem - 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
HAHA

[Chorus]
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

[Eminem - 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 sit pissed through a Christopher Reeves sippy cup
Dixy cup, it's toxins, boxes of oxy pads
Enough oxy cotton to send a fucking Ox to rehab
Whack 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, you 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 Anne and Andy, no
Raggedy Andy and Andy, no it can't be, it can't be
Yes it can be, the fuckin' anti-christ is back Danny
It's satan in black satin panties
This is amityville, calamity, god damn it insanity
Pills, fanny pack filled with Xany's
Through every nook and cranny, lookin' for trannys
Milk and cookies, spilt on my silk negligee, Jay looky
Razor b-lades with me to make you b-leed
Cases of Maybelline make up 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 takin' a pee


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[Eminem - 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 on canopy beds
And gladbags yeah, glad to be back
Cause last year was a tragedy that landed me smack dab in rehab
Fuckin' doctor, I ain't understand a damn what 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 lightening is striking, 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 kinda shit I think of regularly
Fuckin' lesbian, shouldn't of had her legs in the way
Now she's pregnant and gay, missing both legs and begging to stay

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[Eminem – Verse 3]
Tell the critics I'm back and I'm coming
To spit it back in abundance
Hit a fag with onions, then split a fag of funions
Mad at me, understandable, cannibal, shoot an animal
out of a cannon and have him catapult, add 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 with flowers and a stack of flyers
Hit Jason Vorhees with a 40, stuck a sepository up his ass
And made him tell me a story, gave Hannibal Lector a fuckin' nectarine
And sat him in the fuckin' fruit and vegetables sections and gave him a lecture
Walked up elm street with a fuckin' wiffle bag drew
Fought Freddy Kruger, and Edward Scissorhands too
Then came out with a little scratch, ooh
Looking like I got in a fucking pillow fight, with a triple fat goose
Insanity? can't it be vanity, where's the humanity
In havin' a twisted 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 your fuckin' head off, and that's where you 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

[Chorus]