Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Underground, artist - Eminem. Date of issue: 31.12.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Underground |
| Alot of people ask me… where the fuck I been at, last few years |
| Shit I don’t know… but I do know, I’m back now… haha |
| Here come’s the rain, and thunder now |
| Nowhere to run, to run to now |
| I disappeared, they’ll wonder how |
| Looking for me, I’m underground |
| Here come’s the rain, and thunder now |
| Nowhere to run, to run to now |
| I disappeared, they’ll wonder how |
| Looking 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 dying from asphyxia |
| After they sip piss 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, 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 |
| Here come’s the rain, and thunder now |
| Nowhere to run, to run to now |
| I disappeared, they’ll wonder how |
| Looking for me, I’m underground |
| Here come’s the rain, and thunder now |
| Nowhere to run, to run to now |
| I disappeared, they’ll wonder how |
| Looking for me, I’m underground |
| 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 |
| Here come’s the rain, and thunder now |
| Nowhere to run, to run to now |
| I disappeared, they’ll wonder how |
| Looking for me, I’m underground |
| Here come’s the rain, and thunder now |
| Nowhere to run, to run to now |
| I disappeared, they’ll wonder how |
| Looking for me, I’m underground |
| 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 section and gave him a lecture |
| Walked up elm street with a fuckin’wiffle bat drew |
| Fought Freddy Krugar, 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 |
| Here come’s the rain, and thunder now |
| Nowhere to run, to run to now |
| I disappeared, they’ll wonder how |
| Looking for me, I’m underground |
| Here come’s the rain, and thunder now |
| Nowhere to run, to run to now |
| I disappeared, they’ll wonder how |
| Looking for me, I’m underground |