A lot of 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
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
Dre I'm down here under the ground dig 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 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 boxing match
(He can’t say that) yes he can, I just did faggot now guess again
You better text message your next to kin
Tell 'em shit’s about to get extra messy especially when I flex again
And throw a fuckin lesbian in wet cement
So 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 dammit, 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, shit sounds like a fable to me
Til he jumps out the fuckin toilet while your takin a pee
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
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
Fuckin doctor I ain’t understand a damn word he said
I planned to relapse second I walked outta that bitch
Two weeks in Brighton I ain’t enlightened
Biting into a fuckin Vicodin like I’m a Viking
Oh lightin and striking it might be a fucking sign I need a psychic
Evaluation fuck Jason it’s Friday the nineteenth
That means it’s just a regular day
And this is the kind of 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 beggin to stay
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
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 anesthetic’s 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 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
I had to get sober.
It wasn't a choice, it was, I had to do this.
And now I got 90 days clean and uh, that's all I have to share.
Thanks.
Well thanks for sharing Brian.
There anyone else who'd like to share this evening?
Yeah, I got something to share...
When you walk, 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
Uhh, where's everybody going?
This always went over real big in Gay A.
Ok wait, I got another one...
I just love condoms and lots of cum
No?
Oh, shit.