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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.

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 (x2)


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 Cristopher 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 your next of kin,
tell em shits about to get extra messy especially 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 satin panties
This is amity ville, collamity god damn it insanity pills fanny pack filled with zanies
Through every nook and cranny looking for tranny's
Milk and cookies spilled on my silk Negligee lookie
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 (x2)


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 fuckin sign, not like Im a psychic
Evaluation fuck 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 (x2)

Tell the critics 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 an elite following to turn halloween back into a trick or treat holiday
Have Micheal Myers looking like a liar, 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 hannibal lector a fucking nectarine
sat him in a fucking fruit and vegtable section and gave him a lecture
Walked up elm street with a fucking wiffle bag drew
fought Freddy Krueger 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 fantasy 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 (x2)

(Talking)
So, it wasnt 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 come
no?
O shit.

these lyrics are submitted by mta_mta
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.    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 (x2)      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 Cristopher 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 your next of kin,  tell em shits about to get extra messy especially 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 satin panties  This is amity ville, collamity god damn it insanity pills fanny pack filled with zanies  Through every nook and cranny looking for tranny's  Milk and cookies spilled on my silk Negligee lookie  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 (x2)      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 fuckin sign, not like Im a psychic  Evaluation fuck 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 (x2)    Tell the critics 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 an elite following to turn halloween back into a trick or treat holiday  Have Micheal Myers looking like a liar, 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 hannibal lector a fucking nectarine  sat him in a fucking fruit and vegtable section and gave him a lecture  Walked up elm street with a fucking wiffle bag drew  fought Freddy Krueger 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 fantasy 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 (x2)    (Talking)  So, it wasnt 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 come  no?  O shit.    these lyrics are submitted by mta_mta
 
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