Eminem - Underground скачать mp3

Chorus: Here comes the rain and thunder now No where to run, to run to 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 run to now I'll disappear, they'll wonder how Lookin for me, I'm underground Verse 1: Dre I'm down here under the ground pick me up Broken tibias, fibias, yeah fix me up Sixty sluts, all of them dying from asphyxia After they sip piss through a Christopher Reeves sippy cup Dixie cups, toxins, boxes of Oxy pads Enough oxycontin to send a f*ckin ox to rehab Whack job in the back in a black stockin cap Jackin off to a hockey mask at a boxing match (Can’t say that) yes he can, I just did faggot now guess again Better text message your next to kin Tell him shit’s 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 fuckin anti-christ is back Danny It’s Satan in black satin panties This is Amittyville calamity God d*mmit, insanity pills Fanny pack filled with Zanny’s Through every nook and cranny lookin for trannies Milk and cookies spilled through her silk negligee looky Razor-ba-lades with me to make you ba-leed Cases of Maybeline make up lay on the table of weed Slim Shady, sh*t sounds like a fable to me Til he jumps out the f*ckin toilet while your takin a pee Chorus: Here comes the rain and thunder now No where to run, to run to 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 run to now I'll disappear, they'll wonder how Lookin for me, I'm underground Verse 2: Six semen samples seventeen strands of hair Found in the back of a van after a 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 F*ckin doctor I ain’t even understand a damn word he said I planned to relapse second I walked outta that bitch Two weeks sobriety I ain’t enlightened Biting into a f*ckin Vicodin like I’m a Viking Oh lightning is striking it might be a f*cking sign I need a psychic Evaluation f*ck Jason it’s Friday the nineteenth That means it’s just a regular day And this is the kind of sh*t 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 beggin to stay Verse 3: So for critics, I’m back and I’m coming To spit it back in abundance Hit a fag with onions Then split a bag of Funyons Mad at me? Understandable Cannibal, shoot an animal Out of a cannon and have em catapult At 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 for flowers and a stack of flyers Hit Jason Forhes with a 40 Stuck a suppository up his ass And made him tell me a story Gave Hannibal Lector a fucking nectarine And sat him in the fucking fruit and vegetable section And gave him a lecture Walked up Elm street with a fucking whiffle bat drew Fought Freddy Kreugar and Edward Scissorhands too And came out with a little scratch – Ew Lookin like a got in a fucking pillow fight With a triple fat goose Insanity? Can it be vanity? Where’s the humanity in having 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 fucking head off And ask where you’re headed off to Get it? Headed off too? Medic! This headache’s awful This