Underground/Ken Kaniff

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 Cristofer 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 next of kin, tell em shits about to get extra messy aspecially 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 set of panties This is amity ville, collamity god damn it insanity pills fanity pack filled with zanies Through everynote to cranny looking for tranny's Milk and cookies spilled on my silk Negligee nookie 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 signed not like Im psychic Evaluation fucking 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 cridics 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 a lead following to turn halloween back into a trick or treat holiday Have Micheal Myers looking like a lier, 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 hannbolecter a fucking nectarine sat him down in a fucking fruit and vegtable section and gave him a lecture Walked up bound street with a fucking wiffle bag drew fought Freddy Cruger 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 fantisy 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)