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 Christopher Reeves sippy cup Dixie cups, toxins, boxes of oxy pads Enough oxy cotton to send a fuckin’ ox to rehab Whack job in a bag and 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 And be cut open like cantaloupe and canopy beds And glad bags, 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 word he said I planned to relapse the second I walked out of that bitch Two weeks in Brighton, I ain’t enlightened Bitin’ into a fuckin’ Vicadin like I’m a Viking Oh, lighten the strikin’, might be a fuckin’ sign I need a psychic Evaluation, fuck Jason, it’s Friday the 19th That means is just a regular day And this is the kind of shit I think of regularly Fuckin’ lesbian shouldn’t have had her legs in the way Now she’s pregnant and gay, missin’ both legs and beggin’ to stay 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 So tell the critics I’m back and I’m comin’ to spit it back in abundance Hit a fag with onions and split a bag of Funyuns Mad at me? Understandable, cannibal, shootin’ animal Light up a cannon and have him catapult addin’ a dog Captain of the cult with an elite following To turn Halloween back to a trick or treat holiday Have Micheal Myers lookin’ like a liar, swipe his powers Replace his knife with flowers and a stack of fliers Hit Jason Voorhees with a 40 Stuck a suppository up his ass and made him tell me a story Gave Hannibal Lecter a fuckin’ nectarine And sat him in a fuckin’ fruit and vegetable section And gave him a lecture Walked up Elm Street with a fuckin’ wiffle bat, Drew Fought Freddy Krueger and Edward Scissorhands, too And came out with a little scratch, ooh Lookin’ like I got in a fuckin’ pillow fight with a triple fat goose Insanity, can it be vanity? Where is the humanity? And havin’ a twisted fantasy with an arm and leg amputee Straight jacket with a hundred eight brackets And a strap that wraps twice around my back, then they latch it Cut your fuckin’ head off and ask you 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 crushin’ my hard taco 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 So, it wasn’t a choice, it was I had to do this And now I got 90 days clean and that’s all I have to share, thanks Thanks for sharin’, Brian, is there anyone else Who would like to share this evenin’? Yeah, I got somethin’ 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 goin’? This always went over real big in Gay A Okay wait, I got another one I just love condoms and lots of cum No? Oh shit Ñêà÷àíî ñ ñàéòà www.Muza.vip