Eminem - Underground Song Lyrics

About Eminem: Marshall Bruce Mathers III (born October 17, 1972), known professionally as Eminem (/ˌɛmɪˈnɛm/; often stylized as EMINƎM), is an American rapper, songwriter, record producer, record executive, and actor. He is consistently cited as one of the greatest and most influential artists of all time in any genre, with Rolling Stone ranking him 83rd on its list of the 100 Greatest Artists of All Time and labelling him the “King of Hip Hop”.

Featured Singers: Eminem

Lyrics:

A lot of people ask me
Where the f*ck I’ve been last few years
Shit I don’t know
But I do know I’m back now (haha)

Here comes the rain and thunder now
No where to run, to run now
I’ll disappear, they’ll wonder how
Lookin’ for me, I’m underground
Here comes the rain and thunder now
No where to run to now
I’ll disappear, they’ll wonder how
Lookin’ for me, I’m underground

Dre I’m down here
Under the ground,
Pick me up broken tibias,
Fibias, yea fix me up
Sixty sluts all of them
Dieing from asphyxia
After they sip piss
Through a Christopher Reeves sippy cup
Dixie cups, toxins, box of oxypads
Enough Oxycontin to send a f*ckin’ ox to rehab
Wack job and I’m back with a black stockin’ cap
Jackin’ off to a hockey mask at a boxing match
You can’t say that yes he can
I just did faggot, now guess again
Better text message your next of kin
Tell ’em shits about to get extra messy especially when I flex again
And throw a f*ckin lesbian in wet cement
Faggoty faggoty faggoty raggedy Ann and Andy
No, raggedy Andy and Andy
No it can’t be, it can’t be
Yes it can be
The f*cking Antichrist is back, Danny
It’s Satan in black satin panties
This is Amityville,
Calamity goddamn it insanity pills
Fanny pack filled with Xanax
Through every nook and cranny
Looking for trannies
Milk and cookies
Spilt on my silk negligee, lookie
Razor blades with me
To make you bleed
Cases of Maybelline makeup lay on the table with weed
Slim Shady, shit sounds like a fable to me
Till it jumps out the f*cking toilet when you’re taking a pee

Six semen samples
Seventeen strands of hair
Found in the back of a van after the shoot for 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
F*ckin’ 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 f*ckin’ Vicodin like I’m a viking
Oh lightening is striking, might be a f*ckin’ sign I need a psychic
Evaluation, f*ck jason it’s friday the 19th
That means it’s just a regular day
And this is the kinda shit I think of regularly
F*ckin’ lesbian, shouldn’t of had her legs in the way
Now she’s pregnant and gay, missing both legs and begging to stay

Tell the critics I’m back and I’m coming
To spit it back in abundance
Hit a fag with onions, then split a bag 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 forty, stuck a suppository up his ass
And made him tell me a story, gave Hannibal Lector a f*ckin’ nectarine
And sat him in the f*ckin’ fruit and vegetables section and gave him a lecture
Walked up Elm Street with a f*ckin’ wiffle bat drew
Fought Freddy Krugar, and Edward Scissorhands too
Then came out with a little scratch, oh
Looking like I got in a f*cking pillow fight, with a triple back 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 a hundred and eight brackets
And a strap that wraps twice around my back, then they latch it
Cut your f*ckin’ 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