Underground

Underground

  • Submitted By: kellsd
  • Date Submitted: 04/12/2013 11:24 AM
  • Category: Social Issues
  • Words: 974
  • Page: 4
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A lotta 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'll disappear, you'll wonder how Lookin' for me, I'm underground
Here comes the rain and thunder now Nowhere to run, to run to now I'll disappear, you'll wonder how Lookin' for me, I'm underground
Dre, I'm down here under the ground Dig me up, broken tibias, fibias, yeah, fix me up 60 sluts, all of them dyin' from asphyxia After they sip piss through a Christopher Reeves sippy cup
Dixie cups, toxins, boxes of oxy pads Enough oxy cotton to send a fuckin' ox to rehab Whack job in the back in a black stalkin' cap Jackin' off to a hockey mask at a boxin' match
He can't say that, yes he can I just did, faggot, now guess again You better text message to your next of kin Tell 'em shit's about to get extra messy especially when I flex again Throw a fuckin' lesbian in wetzy men
So faggidy, faggidy, faggidy, raggidy Ann and Andy No, raggidy, Andy and Andy, no, it can't be, it can't be Yes, it can be, the fuckin' Antichrist is back Danny and Satan in black satin panties
This is Amityville, calamity Goddamn it, insanity pills, fanny pack filled with zanies Through every nook and cranny, lookin' for trannies Milk and cookies spilled on my silk negligee, lookie
Razor blades with me to make you bleed Cases of Maybelline make up layin' on the table with weed Slim Shady, shit sounds like a fable to me Until he jumps out of the fuckin' toilet when you're takin' a pee
Here comes the rain and thunder now Nowhere to run, to run to now I'll disappear, you'll wonder how Lookin' for me, I'm underground
Here comes the rain and thunder now Nowhere to run, to run to now I'll disappear, you'll wonder how Lookin' for me, I'm underground
Six semen samples, 17 strands of hair Found at the back of a van after the shoot with Vanity Fair Hannah Montana, prepare to elope with a can opener...

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