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Yes he can, I just did, faggot\nNow guess again, better text message your next-of-kin\nTell 'em shit's about to get extra messy, especially when I flex again\nAnd throw a fuckin' lesbian in wet cement\n\nFaggoty, faggoty, faggoty, Raggedy Ann and Andy\nNo! Raggedy Andy and Andy; no, it can't be, it can't be\nYes, it can be, the fucking Anti-Christ is back, Dante\nIt's Satan in black satin panties\n\nThis is Amityville calamity, goddamn it\nInsanity pills, fanny pack filled with Xannies\nThrough every nook and cranny lookin' for trannies\nMilk and cookies spilled on my silk negligee, looky\n\nRazor-ba-lades with me to make you ba-leed\nCases of Maybelline makeup lay on a table of weed\n\"Slim Shady? Shit sounds like a fable to me\"\n'Til he jumps out of the fuckin' toilet when you're taking a pee!\n\nHere comes the rain and thunder now\nNo where to run, to run to now\nI disappeared, don't wonder how\nLooking for me? I'm underground\n\nHere comes the rain and thunder now\nNo where to run, to run to now\nI disappeared, don't wonder how\nLooking for me? I'm underground\n\n6 semen samples, 17 strands of hair\nFound in the back of a van after the shoot with Vanity Fair\nHannah Montana, prepare to elope with a can-opener\nAnd be cut open like cantaloupe and canopy beds\n\nAnd Glad bags, yeah, glad to be back\nCause last year was a tragedy that landed me smack-dab in rehab\nFuckin' doctor, I didn't understand a damn word he said\nI planned to relapse the second I walked out of that bitch\n\nTwo weeks in Brighton, I ain't enlightened\nBiting into a fuckin' Vicodin like I'm a Viking\nOh, lightning is striking, it might be a fuckin' sign, I need a psychic\nEvaluation, Fuck Jason, it's Friday the 19th!\n\nThat means it's just a regular day\nAnd this is the kind of shit I think of regularly\nFucking lesbian shouldn't have had her legs in the way\nNow she's pregnant and gay, missin' both legs and begging to stay\n\nHere comes the rain and thunder now\nNo where to run, to run to now\nI disappeared, don't wonder how\nLooking for me? I'm underground\n\nHere comes the rain and thunder now\nNo where to run, to run to now\nI disappeared, don't wonder how\nLooking for me? I'm underground\n\nTell the critics I'm back and comin' to spit it back in abundance\nHit a fag with onions, then split a bag of Funyuns\nMad at me? Understandable, cannibal, shoot an animal\nOut of a cannon and have 'em catapult at an adult\n\nCaptain of a cult, with an elite following\nTo turn Halloween back into a trick-or-treat holiday\nHave Michael Myers lookin' like a liar, swipe his power\nReplace his knife with flowers and a stack of fliers\n\nHit Jason Vorhees with a 40\nStuck a suppository up his ass and made him tell me a story\nGave Hannibal Lector a fuckin' nectarine and sat him\nIn the fuckin' fruit and vegetable section and gave him a lecture\n\nWalked up Elm street with a fucking Wiffle bat drew\nFought Freddy Krueger and Edward Scissorhands, too\nCame out with a little scratch, ooh\nLookin' like I got in a fuckin' pillow fight with a triple-fat goose\n\nInsanity, can it be vanity? Where is the humanity\nIn having a twisted fantasy with an arm-and-leg amputee?\nStraitjacket with a hundred eight brackets\nWith a strap that wraps twice around my back then they latch it\n\nCut your fucking head off and ask you where you're headed off to\nGet it? Headed off to? Medic, this headache's awful\nThis anesthetic's pathetic, so's this diabetic waffle\nAnd this prosthetic arm keeps crushing my hard taco\n\nHere comes the rain and thunder now\nNo where to run, to run to now\nI disappeared, don't wonder how\nLooking for me? I'm underground\n\nHere comes the rain and thunder now\nNo where to run, to run to now\nI disappeared, don't wonder how\nLooking for me? I'm underground\n\n- So, it wasn't a choice, it was I had to do this\nAnd now I'm 90 days clean and uh, that's all I have to share\n\nThanks\n- Thanks for sharing Brian, is there anyone else who would like to share this evening?\n- Yeah I got something I want to share:\nWhen you walked through the door you were queer to me\nSo come here baby boy, just come here to me\nYou're a cock boy, everybody wants you\nYou're gayer than you would ever claim to\nI won't have to rape you\nSo homie lay down down down, lay down down down\nLay down down down, lay down lay down\nWhere's everybody going? This always went over real big in gay a\nOk wait, I got another one\nI just love condoms and lots of cum, no? Oh, shit","syncedLyrics":"[00:03.30] A lot of people ask me\n[00:05.74] Where the fuck I've been at the last few years\n[00:08.32] Shit, I don't know but I do know I'm back now\n[00:16.17] Here comes the rain and thunder now\n[00:20.81] No where to run, to run to now\n[00:23.33] I disappeared, don't wonder how\n[00:26.12] Looking for me? I'm underground\n[00:28.63] Here comes the rain and thunder now\n[00:31.31] No where to run, to run to now\n[00:33.74] I disappeared, don't wonder how\n[00:36.58] Looking for me? I'm underground\n[00:39.00] Dre, I'm down here, under the ground, dig me up\n[00:41.48] Broken tibias, fibias, yeah, fix me up\n[00:43.98] 60 sluts, all of them dying from asphyxia\n[00:46.55] After they sip piss through a Christopher Reeves sippy cup\n[00:48.94] Dixie cups, toxins, boxes of Oxy pads\n[00:51.99] Enough Oxycontin to send a fuckin' ox to rehab\n[00:54.54] Wack job in the back in a black stocking cap\n[00:57.21] Jacking off to a hockey mask at a boxing match\n[00:59.69] (He can't say that!) Yes he can, I just did, faggot\n[01:02.35] Now guess again, better text message your next-of-kin\n[01:05.12] Tell 'em shit's about to get extra messy, especially when I flex again\n[01:07.92] And throw a fuckin' lesbian in wet cement\n[01:10.14] Faggoty, faggoty, faggoty, Raggedy Ann and Andy\n[01:12.98] No! Raggedy Andy and Andy; no, it can't be, it can't be\n[01:16.24] Yes, it can be, the fucking Anti-Christ is back, Dante\n[01:19.58] It's Satan in black satin panties\n[01:20.74] This is Amityville calamity, goddamn it\n[01:23.54] Insanity pills, fanny pack filled with Xannies\n[01:25.99] Through every nook and cranny lookin' for trannies\n[01:28.79] Milk and cookies spilled on my silk negligee, looky\n[01:30.75] Razor-ba-lades with me to make you ba-leed\n[01:33.34] Cases of Maybelline makeup lay on a table of weed\n[01:35.81] \"Slim Shady? Shit sounds like a fable to me\"\n[01:38.73] 'Til he jumps out of the fuckin' toilet when you're taking a pee!\n[01:41.16] Here comes the rain and thunder now\n[01:44.15] No where to run, to run to now\n[01:46.65] I disappeared, don't wonder how\n[01:49.20] Looking for me? I'm underground\n[01:51.76] Here comes the rain and thunder now\n[01:54.80] No where to run, to run to now\n[01:57.09] I disappeared, don't wonder how\n[01:59.96] Looking for me? I'm underground\n[02:02.58] 6 semen samples, 17 strands of hair\n[02:04.67] Found in the back of a van after the shoot with Vanity Fair\n[02:07.32] Hannah Montana, prepare to elope with a can-opener\n[02:10.13] And be cut open like cantaloupe and canopy beds\n[02:12.77] And Glad bags, yeah, glad to be back\n[02:14.96] Cause last year was a tragedy that landed me smack-dab in rehab\n[02:17.94] Fuckin' doctor, I didn't understand a damn word he said\n[02:20.86] I planned to relapse the second I walked out of that bitch\n[02:23.21] Two weeks in Brighton, I ain't enlightened\n[02:25.36] Biting into a fuckin' Vicodin like I'm a Viking\n[02:27.78] Oh, lightning is striking, it might be a fuckin' sign, I need a psychic\n[02:31.06] Evaluation, Fuck Jason, it's Friday the 19th!\n[02:33.65] That means it's just a regular day\n[02:35.74] And this is the kind of shit I think of regularly\n[02:38.15] Fucking lesbian shouldn't have had her legs in the way\n[02:41.00] Now she's pregnant and gay, missin' both legs and begging to stay\n[02:43.98] Here comes the rain and thunder now\n[02:46.74] No where to run, to run to now\n[02:49.39] I disappeared, don't wonder how\n[02:52.23] Looking for me? I'm underground\n[02:54.68] Here comes the rain and thunder now\n[02:57.21] No where to run, to run to now\n[02:59.76] I disappeared, don't wonder how\n[03:02.55] Looking for me? I'm underground\n[03:05.16] Tell the critics I'm back and comin' to spit it back in abundance\n[03:07.52] Hit a fag with onions, then split a bag of Funyuns\n[03:09.95] Mad at me? Understandable, cannibal, shoot an animal\n[03:12.53] Out of a cannon and have 'em catapult at an adult\n[03:15.22] Captain of a cult, with an elite following\n[03:17.54] To turn Halloween back into a trick-or-treat holiday\n[03:20.10] Have Michael Myers lookin' like a liar, swipe his power\n[03:23.50] Replace his knife with flowers and a stack of fliers\n[03:25.81] Hit Jason Vorhees with a 40\n[03:27.52] Stuck a suppository up his ass and made him tell me a story\n[03:30.53] Gave Hannibal Lector a fuckin' nectarine and sat him\n[03:33.59] In the fuckin' fruit and vegetable section and gave him a lecture\n[03:36.08] Walked up Elm street with a fucking Wiffle bat drew\n[03:38.77] Fought Freddy Krueger and Edward Scissorhands, too\n[03:41.05] Came out with a little scratch, ooh\n[03:43.30] Lookin' like I got in a fuckin' pillow fight with a triple-fat goose\n[03:46.23] Insanity, can it be vanity? Where is the humanity\n[03:48.94] In having a twisted fantasy with an arm-and-leg amputee?\n[03:51.86] Straitjacket with a hundred eight brackets\n[03:54.29] With a strap that wraps twice around my back then they latch it\n[03:56.98] Cut your fucking head off and ask you where you're headed off to\n[03:59.40] Get it? Headed off to? Medic, this headache's awful\n[04:02.39] This anesthetic's pathetic, so's this diabetic waffle\n[04:04.46] And this prosthetic arm keeps crushing my hard taco\n[04:07.14] Here comes the rain and thunder now\n[04:10.59] No where to run, to run to now\n[04:12.89] I disappeared, don't wonder how\n[04:15.53] Looking for me? I'm underground\n[04:18.01] Here comes the rain and thunder now\n[04:20.86] No where to run, to run to now\n[04:23.30] I disappeared, don't wonder how\n[04:26.07] Looking for me? I'm underground\n[04:28.69] - So, it wasn't a choice, it was I had to do this\n[04:54.90] \n[04:57.35] And now I'm 90 days clean and uh, that's all I have to share\n[05:02.10] Thanks\n[05:03.81] - Thanks for sharing Brian, is there anyone else who would like to share this evening?\n[05:12.69] - Yeah I got something I want to share:\n[05:15.61] When you walked through the door you were queer to me\n[05:19.52] So come here baby boy, just come here to me\n[05:24.10] You're a cock boy, everybody wants you\n[05:29.13] You're gayer than you would ever claim to\n[05:33.35] I won't have to rape you\n[05:37.10] So homie lay down down down, lay down down down\n[05:42.62] Lay down down down, lay down lay down\n[05:47.22] Where's everybody going? This always went over real big in gay a\n[05:56.05] Ok wait, I got another one\n[05:59.22] I just love condoms and lots of cum, no? 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I'm underground\n\n  Dre, I'm down here, under the ground, dig me up\n  Broken tibias, fibias, yeah, fix me up\n  60 sluts, all of them dying from asphyxia\n  After they sip piss through a Christopher Reeves sippy cup\n\n  Dixie cups, toxins, boxes of Oxy pads\n  Enough Oxycontin to send a fuckin' ox to rehab\n  Wack job in the back in a black stocking cap\n  Jacking off to a hockey mask at a boxing match\n\n  (He can't say that!) Yes he can, I just did, faggot\n  Now guess again, better text message your next-of-kin\n  Tell 'em shit's about to get extra messy, especially when I flex again\n  And throw a fuckin' lesbian in wet cement\n\n  Faggoty, faggoty, faggoty, Raggedy Ann and Andy\n  No! 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I'm underground\n\n  - So, it wasn't a choice, it was I had to do this\n  And now I'm 90 days clean and uh, that's all I have to share\n\n  Thanks\n  - Thanks for sharing Brian, is there anyone else who would like to share this evening?\n  - Yeah I got something I want to share:\n  When you walked through the door you were queer to me\n  So come here baby boy, just come here to me\n  You're a cock boy, everybody wants you\n  You're gayer than you would ever claim to\n  I won't have to rape you\n  So homie lay down down down, lay down down down\n  Lay down down down, lay down lay down\n  Where's everybody going? This always went over real big in gay a\n  Ok wait, I got another one\n  I just love condoms and lots of cum, no? 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I'm underground\n[02:54.68] Here comes the rain and thunder now\n[02:57.21] No where to run, to run to now\n[02:59.76] I disappeared, don't wonder how\n[03:02.55] Looking for me? I'm underground\n[03:05.16] Tell the critics I'm back and comin' to spit it back in abundance\n[03:07.52] Hit a fag with onions, then split a bag of Funyuns\n[03:09.95] Mad at me? Understandable, cannibal, shoot an animal\n[03:12.53] Out of a cannon and have 'em catapult at an adult\n[03:15.22] Captain of a cult, with an elite following\n[03:17.54] To turn Halloween back into a trick-or-treat holiday\n[03:20.10] Have Michael Myers lookin' like a liar, swipe his power\n[03:23.50] Replace his knife with flowers and a stack of fliers\n[03:25.81] Hit Jason Vorhees with a 40\n[03:27.52] Stuck a suppository up his ass and made him tell me a story\n[03:30.53] Gave Hannibal Lector a fuckin' nectarine and sat him\n[03:33.59] In the fuckin' fruit and vegetable section and gave him a lecture\n[03:36.08] Walked up Elm street with a fucking Wiffle bat drew\n[03:38.77] Fought Freddy Krueger and Edward Scissorhands, too\n[03:41.05] Came out with a little scratch, ooh\n[03:43.30] Lookin' like I got in a fuckin' pillow fight with a triple-fat goose\n[03:46.23] Insanity, can it be vanity? Where is the humanity\n[03:48.94] In having a twisted fantasy with an arm-and-leg amputee?\n[03:51.86] Straitjacket with a hundred eight brackets\n[03:54.29] With a strap that wraps twice around my back then they latch it\n[03:56.98] Cut your fucking head off and ask you where you're headed off to\n[03:59.40] Get it? Headed off to? Medic, this headache's awful\n[04:02.39] This anesthetic's pathetic, so's this diabetic waffle\n[04:04.46] And this prosthetic arm keeps crushing my hard taco\n[04:07.14] Here comes the rain and thunder now\n[04:10.59] No where to run, to run to now\n[04:12.89] I disappeared, don't wonder how\n[04:15.53] Looking for me? I'm underground\n[04:18.01] Here comes the rain and thunder now\n[04:20.86] No where to run, to run to now\n[04:23.30] I disappeared, don't wonder how\n[04:26.07] Looking for me? I'm underground\n[04:28.69] - So, it wasn't a choice, it was I had to do this\n[04:54.90] \n[04:57.35] And now I'm 90 days clean and uh, that's all I have to share\n[05:02.10] Thanks\n[05:03.81] - Thanks for sharing Brian, is there anyone else who would like to share this evening?\n[05:12.69] - Yeah I got something I want to share:\n[05:15.61] When you walked through the door you were queer to me\n[05:19.52] So come here baby boy, just come here to me\n[05:24.10] You're a cock boy, everybody wants you\n[05:29.13] You're gayer than you would ever claim to\n[05:33.35] I won't have to rape you\n[05:37.10] So homie lay down down down, lay down down down\n[05:42.62] Lay down down down, lay down lay down\n[05:47.22] Where's everybody going? This always went over real big in gay a\n[05:56.05] Ok wait, I got another one\n[05:59.22] I just love condoms and lots of cum, no? 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I'm underground\n\n  Dre, I'm down here, under the ground, dig me up\n  Broken tibias, fibias, yeah, fix me up\n  60 sluts, all of them dying from asphyxia\n  After they sip piss through a Christopher Reeves sippy cup\n\n  Dixie cups, toxins, boxes of Oxy pads\n  Enough Oxycontin to send a fuckin' ox to rehab\n  Wack job in the back in a black stocking cap\n  Jacking off to a hockey mask at a boxing match\n\n  (He can't say that!) Yes he can, I just did, faggot\n  Now guess again, better text message your next-of-kin\n  Tell 'em shit's about to get extra messy, especially when I flex again\n  And throw a fuckin' lesbian in wet cement\n\n  Faggoty, faggoty, faggoty, Raggedy Ann and Andy\n  No! 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I'm underground\n\n  6 semen samples, 17 strands of hair\n  Found in the back of a van after the shoot with Vanity Fair\n  Hannah Montana, prepare to elope with a can-opener\n  And be cut open like cantaloupe and canopy beds\n\n  And Glad bags, yeah, glad to be back\n  Cause last year was a tragedy that landed me smack-dab in rehab\n  Fuckin' doctor, I didn't understand a damn word he said\n  I planned to relapse the second I walked out of that bitch\n\n  Two weeks in Brighton, I ain't enlightened\n  Biting into a fuckin' Vicodin like I'm a Viking\n  Oh, lightning is striking, it might be a fuckin' sign, I need a psychic\n  Evaluation, Fuck Jason, it's Friday the 19th!\n\n  That means it's just a regular day\n  And this is the kind of shit I think of regularly\n  Fucking lesbian shouldn't have had her legs in the way\n  Now she's pregnant and gay, missin' both legs and begging to stay\n\n  Here comes the rain and thunder now\n  No where to run, to run to now\n  I disappeared, don't wonder how\n  Looking for me? 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I'm underground\n\n  Dre, I'm down here, under the ground, dig me up\n  Broken tibias, fibias, yeah, fix me up\n  60 sluts, all of them dying from asphyxia\n  After they sip piss through a Christopher Reeves sippy cup\n\n  Dixie cups, toxins, boxes of Oxy pads\n  Enough Oxycontin to send a fuckin' ox to rehab\n  Wack job in the back in a black stocking cap\n  Jacking off to a hockey mask at a boxing match\n\n  (He can't say that!) Yes he can, I just did, faggot\n  Now guess again, better text message your next-of-kin\n  Tell 'em shit's about to get extra messy, especially when I flex again\n  And throw a fuckin' lesbian in wet cement\n\n  Faggoty, faggoty, faggoty, Raggedy Ann and Andy\n  No! 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I'm underground\n\n  - So, it wasn't a choice, it was I had to do this\n  And now I'm 90 days clean and uh, that's all I have to share\n\n  Thanks\n  - Thanks for sharing Brian, is there anyone else who would like to share this evening?\n  - Yeah I got something I want to share:\n  When you walked through the door you were queer to me\n  So come here baby boy, just come here to me\n  You're a cock boy, everybody wants you\n  You're gayer than you would ever claim to\n  I won't have to rape you\n  So homie lay down down down, lay down down down\n  Lay down down down, lay down lay down\n  Where's everybody going? This always went over real big in gay a\n  Ok wait, I got another one\n  I just love condoms and lots of cum, no? 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I'm underground\n[02:54.68] Here comes the rain and thunder now\n[02:57.21] No where to run, to run to now\n[02:59.76] I disappeared, don't wonder how\n[03:02.55] Looking for me? I'm underground\n[03:05.16] Tell the critics I'm back and comin' to spit it back in abundance\n[03:07.52] Hit a fag with onions, then split a bag of Funyuns\n[03:09.95] Mad at me? Understandable, cannibal, shoot an animal\n[03:12.53] Out of a cannon and have 'em catapult at an adult\n[03:15.22] Captain of a cult, with an elite following\n[03:17.54] To turn Halloween back into a trick-or-treat holiday\n[03:20.10] Have Michael Myers lookin' like a liar, swipe his power\n[03:23.50] Replace his knife with flowers and a stack of fliers\n[03:25.81] Hit Jason Vorhees with a 40\n[03:27.52] Stuck a suppository up his ass and made him tell me a story\n[03:30.53] Gave Hannibal Lector a fuckin' nectarine and sat him\n[03:33.59] In the fuckin' fruit and vegetable section and gave him a lecture\n[03:36.08] Walked up Elm street with a fucking Wiffle bat drew\n[03:38.77] Fought Freddy Krueger and Edward Scissorhands, too\n[03:41.05] Came out with a little scratch, ooh\n[03:43.30] Lookin' like I got in a fuckin' pillow fight with a triple-fat goose\n[03:46.23] Insanity, can it be vanity? Where is the humanity\n[03:48.94] In having a twisted fantasy with an arm-and-leg amputee?\n[03:51.86] Straitjacket with a hundred eight brackets\n[03:54.29] With a strap that wraps twice around my back then they latch it\n[03:56.98] Cut your fucking head off and ask you where you're headed off to\n[03:59.40] Get it? Headed off to? Medic, this headache's awful\n[04:02.39] This anesthetic's pathetic, so's this diabetic waffle\n[04:04.46] And this prosthetic arm keeps crushing my hard taco\n[04:07.14] Here comes the rain and thunder now\n[04:10.59] No where to run, to run to now\n[04:12.89] I disappeared, don't wonder how\n[04:15.53] Looking for me? I'm underground\n[04:18.01] Here comes the rain and thunder now\n[04:20.86] No where to run, to run to now\n[04:23.30] I disappeared, don't wonder how\n[04:26.07] Looking for me? I'm underground\n[04:28.69] - So, it wasn't a choice, it was I had to do this\n[04:54.90] \n[04:57.35] And now I'm 90 days clean and uh, that's all I have to share\n[05:02.10] Thanks\n[05:03.81] - Thanks for sharing Brian, is there anyone else who would like to share this evening?\n[05:12.69] - Yeah I got something I want to share:\n[05:15.61] When you walked through the door you were queer to me\n[05:19.52] So come here baby boy, just come here to me\n[05:24.10] You're a cock boy, everybody wants you\n[05:29.13] You're gayer than you would ever claim to\n[05:33.35] I won't have to rape you\n[05:37.10] So homie lay down down down, lay down down down\n[05:42.62] Lay down down down, lay down lay down\n[05:47.22] Where's everybody going? This always went over real big in gay a\n[05:56.05] Ok wait, I got another one\n[05:59.22] I just love condoms and lots of cum, no? 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I'm underground\n\n  Dre, I'm down here, under the ground, dig me up\n  Broken tibias, fibias, yeah, fix me up\n  60 sluts, all of them dying from asphyxia\n  After they sip piss through a Christopher Reeves sippy cup\n\n  Dixie cups, toxins, boxes of Oxy pads\n  Enough Oxycontin to send a fuckin' ox to rehab\n  Wack job in the back in a black stocking cap\n  Jacking off to a hockey mask at a boxing match\n\n  (He can't say that!) Yes he can, I just did, faggot\n  Now guess again, better text message your next-of-kin\n  Tell 'em shit's about to get extra messy, especially when I flex again\n  And throw a fuckin' lesbian in wet cement\n\n  Faggoty, faggoty, faggoty, Raggedy Ann and Andy\n  No! 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I'm underground\n\n  6 semen samples, 17 strands of hair\n  Found in the back of a van after the shoot with Vanity Fair\n  Hannah Montana, prepare to elope with a can-opener\n  And be cut open like cantaloupe and canopy beds\n\n  And Glad bags, yeah, glad to be back\n  Cause last year was a tragedy that landed me smack-dab in rehab\n  Fuckin' doctor, I didn't understand a damn word he said\n  I planned to relapse the second I walked out of that bitch\n\n  Two weeks in Brighton, I ain't enlightened\n  Biting into a fuckin' Vicodin like I'm a Viking\n  Oh, lightning is striking, it might be a fuckin' sign, I need a psychic\n  Evaluation, Fuck Jason, it's Friday the 19th!\n\n  That means it's just a regular day\n  And this is the kind of shit I think of regularly\n  Fucking lesbian shouldn't have had her legs in the way\n  Now she's pregnant and gay, missin' both legs and begging to stay\n\n  Here comes the rain and thunder now\n  No where to run, to run to now\n  I disappeared, don't wonder how\n  Looking for me? 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I'm underground\n\n  Dre, I'm down here, under the ground, dig me up\n  Broken tibias, fibias, yeah, fix me up\n  60 sluts, all of them dying from asphyxia\n  After they sip piss through a Christopher Reeves sippy cup\n\n  Dixie cups, toxins, boxes of Oxy pads\n  Enough Oxycontin to send a fuckin' ox to rehab\n  Wack job in the back in a black stocking cap\n  Jacking off to a hockey mask at a boxing match\n\n  (He can't say that!) Yes he can, I just did, faggot\n  Now guess again, better text message your next-of-kin\n  Tell 'em shit's about to get extra messy, especially when I flex again\n  And throw a fuckin' lesbian in wet cement\n\n  Faggoty, faggoty, faggoty, Raggedy Ann and Andy\n  No! 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I'm underground\n\n  - So, it wasn't a choice, it was I had to do this\n  And now I'm 90 days clean and uh, that's all I have to share\n\n  Thanks\n  - Thanks for sharing Brian, is there anyone else who would like to share this evening?\n  - Yeah I got something I want to share:\n  When you walked through the door you were queer to me\n  So come here baby boy, just come here to me\n  You're a cock boy, everybody wants you\n  You're gayer than you would ever claim to\n  I won't have to rape you\n  So homie lay down down down, lay down down down\n  Lay down down down, lay down lay down\n  Where's everybody going? This always went over real big in gay a\n  Ok wait, I got another one\n  I just love condoms and lots of cum, no? 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I'm underground\n[02:54.68] Here comes the rain and thunder now\n[02:57.21] No where to run, to run to now\n[02:59.76] I disappeared, don't wonder how\n[03:02.55] Looking for me? I'm underground\n[03:05.16] Tell the critics I'm back and comin' to spit it back in abundance\n[03:07.52] Hit a fag with onions, then split a bag of Funyuns\n[03:09.95] Mad at me? Understandable, cannibal, shoot an animal\n[03:12.53] Out of a cannon and have 'em catapult at an adult\n[03:15.22] Captain of a cult, with an elite following\n[03:17.54] To turn Halloween back into a trick-or-treat holiday\n[03:20.10] Have Michael Myers lookin' like a liar, swipe his power\n[03:23.50] Replace his knife with flowers and a stack of fliers\n[03:25.81] Hit Jason Vorhees with a 40\n[03:27.52] Stuck a suppository up his ass and made him tell me a story\n[03:30.53] Gave Hannibal Lector a fuckin' nectarine and sat him\n[03:33.59] In the fuckin' fruit and vegetable section and gave him a lecture\n[03:36.08] Walked up Elm street with a fucking Wiffle bat drew\n[03:38.77] Fought Freddy Krueger and Edward Scissorhands, too\n[03:41.05] Came out with a little scratch, ooh\n[03:43.30] Lookin' like I got in a fuckin' pillow fight with a triple-fat goose\n[03:46.23] Insanity, can it be vanity? Where is the humanity\n[03:48.94] In having a twisted fantasy with an arm-and-leg amputee?\n[03:51.86] Straitjacket with a hundred eight brackets\n[03:54.29] With a strap that wraps twice around my back then they latch it\n[03:56.98] Cut your fucking head off and ask you where you're headed off to\n[03:59.40] Get it? Headed off to? Medic, this headache's awful\n[04:02.39] This anesthetic's pathetic, so's this diabetic waffle\n[04:04.46] And this prosthetic arm keeps crushing my hard taco\n[04:07.14] Here comes the rain and thunder now\n[04:10.59] No where to run, to run to now\n[04:12.89] I disappeared, don't wonder how\n[04:15.53] Looking for me? I'm underground\n[04:18.01] Here comes the rain and thunder now\n[04:20.86] No where to run, to run to now\n[04:23.30] I disappeared, don't wonder how\n[04:26.07] Looking for me? I'm underground\n[04:28.69] - So, it wasn't a choice, it was I had to do this\n[04:54.90] \n[04:57.35] And now I'm 90 days clean and uh, that's all I have to share\n[05:02.10] Thanks\n[05:03.81] - Thanks for sharing Brian, is there anyone else who would like to share this evening?\n[05:12.69] - Yeah I got something I want to share:\n[05:15.61] When you walked through the door you were queer to me\n[05:19.52] So come here baby boy, just come here to me\n[05:24.10] You're a cock boy, everybody wants you\n[05:29.13] You're gayer than you would ever claim to\n[05:33.35] I won't have to rape you\n[05:37.10] So homie lay down down down, lay down down down\n[05:42.62] Lay down down down, lay down lay down\n[05:47.22] Where's everybody going? This always went over real big in gay a\n[05:56.05] Ok wait, I got another one\n[05:59.22] I just love condoms and lots of cum, no? 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I'm underground\n\n  Dre, I'm down here, under the ground, dig me up\n  Broken tibias, fibias, yeah, fix me up\n  60 sluts, all of them dying from asphyxia\n  After they sip piss through a Christopher Reeves sippy cup\n\n  Dixie cups, toxins, boxes of Oxy pads\n  Enough Oxycontin to send a fuckin' ox to rehab\n  Wack job in the back in a black stocking cap\n  Jacking off to a hockey mask at a boxing match\n\n  (He can't say that!) Yes he can, I just did, faggot\n  Now guess again, better text message your next-of-kin\n  Tell 'em shit's about to get extra messy, especially when I flex again\n  And throw a fuckin' lesbian in wet cement\n\n  Faggoty, faggoty, faggoty, Raggedy Ann and Andy\n  No! 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I'm underground\n\n  6 semen samples, 17 strands of hair\n  Found in the back of a van after the shoot with Vanity Fair\n  Hannah Montana, prepare to elope with a can-opener\n  And be cut open like cantaloupe and canopy beds\n\n  And Glad bags, yeah, glad to be back\n  Cause last year was a tragedy that landed me smack-dab in rehab\n  Fuckin' doctor, I didn't understand a damn word he said\n  I planned to relapse the second I walked out of that bitch\n\n  Two weeks in Brighton, I ain't enlightened\n  Biting into a fuckin' Vicodin like I'm a Viking\n  Oh, lightning is striking, it might be a fuckin' sign, I need a psychic\n  Evaluation, Fuck Jason, it's Friday the 19th!\n\n  That means it's just a regular day\n  And this is the kind of shit I think of regularly\n  Fucking lesbian shouldn't have had her legs in the way\n  Now she's pregnant and gay, missin' both legs and begging to stay\n\n  Here comes the rain and thunder now\n  No where to run, to run to now\n  I disappeared, don't wonder how\n  Looking for me? 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I'm underground\n\n  Dre, I'm down here, under the ground, dig me up\n  Broken tibias, fibias, yeah, fix me up\n  60 sluts, all of them dying from asphyxia\n  After they sip piss through a Christopher Reeves sippy cup\n\n  Dixie cups, toxins, boxes of Oxy pads\n  Enough Oxycontin to send a fuckin' ox to rehab\n  Wack job in the back in a black stocking cap\n  Jacking off to a hockey mask at a boxing match\n\n  (He can't say that!) Yes he can, I just did, faggot\n  Now guess again, better text message your next-of-kin\n  Tell 'em shit's about to get extra messy, especially when I flex again\n  And throw a fuckin' lesbian in wet cement\n\n  Faggoty, faggoty, faggoty, Raggedy Ann and Andy\n  No! 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I'm underground\n\n  - So, it wasn't a choice, it was I had to do this\n  And now I'm 90 days clean and uh, that's all I have to share\n\n  Thanks\n  - Thanks for sharing Brian, is there anyone else who would like to share this evening?\n  - Yeah I got something I want to share:\n  When you walked through the door you were queer to me\n  So come here baby boy, just come here to me\n  You're a cock boy, everybody wants you\n  You're gayer than you would ever claim to\n  I won't have to rape you\n  So homie lay down down down, lay down down down\n  Lay down down down, lay down lay down\n  Where's everybody going? This always went over real big in gay a\n  Ok wait, I got another one\n  I just love condoms and lots of cum, no? 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I'm underground\n[02:54.68] Here comes the rain and thunder now\n[02:57.21] No where to run, to run to now\n[02:59.76] I disappeared, don't wonder how\n[03:02.55] Looking for me? I'm underground\n[03:05.16] Tell the critics I'm back and comin' to spit it back in abundance\n[03:07.52] Hit a fag with onions, then split a bag of Funyuns\n[03:09.95] Mad at me? Understandable, cannibal, shoot an animal\n[03:12.53] Out of a cannon and have 'em catapult at an adult\n[03:15.22] Captain of a cult, with an elite following\n[03:17.54] To turn Halloween back into a trick-or-treat holiday\n[03:20.10] Have Michael Myers lookin' like a liar, swipe his power\n[03:23.50] Replace his knife with flowers and a stack of fliers\n[03:25.81] Hit Jason Vorhees with a 40\n[03:27.52] Stuck a suppository up his ass and made him tell me a story\n[03:30.53] Gave Hannibal Lector a fuckin' nectarine and sat him\n[03:33.59] In the fuckin' fruit and vegetable section and gave him a lecture\n[03:36.08] Walked up Elm street with a fucking Wiffle bat drew\n[03:38.77] Fought Freddy Krueger and Edward Scissorhands, too\n[03:41.05] Came out with a little scratch, ooh\n[03:43.30] Lookin' like I got in a fuckin' pillow fight with a triple-fat goose\n[03:46.23] Insanity, can it be vanity? Where is the humanity\n[03:48.94] In having a twisted fantasy with an arm-and-leg amputee?\n[03:51.86] Straitjacket with a hundred eight brackets\n[03:54.29] With a strap that wraps twice around my back then they latch it\n[03:56.98] Cut your fucking head off and ask you where you're headed off to\n[03:59.40] Get it? Headed off to? Medic, this headache's awful\n[04:02.39] This anesthetic's pathetic, so's this diabetic waffle\n[04:04.46] And this prosthetic arm keeps crushing my hard taco\n[04:07.14] Here comes the rain and thunder now\n[04:10.59] No where to run, to run to now\n[04:12.89] I disappeared, don't wonder how\n[04:15.53] Looking for me? I'm underground\n[04:18.01] Here comes the rain and thunder now\n[04:20.86] No where to run, to run to now\n[04:23.30] I disappeared, don't wonder how\n[04:26.07] Looking for me? I'm underground\n[04:28.69] - So, it wasn't a choice, it was I had to do this\n[04:54.90] \n[04:57.35] And now I'm 90 days clean and uh, that's all I have to share\n[05:02.10] Thanks\n[05:03.81] - Thanks for sharing Brian, is there anyone else who would like to share this evening?\n[05:12.69] - Yeah I got something I want to share:\n[05:15.61] When you walked through the door you were queer to me\n[05:19.52] So come here baby boy, just come here to me\n[05:24.10] You're a cock boy, everybody wants you\n[05:29.13] You're gayer than you would ever claim to\n[05:33.35] I won't have to rape you\n[05:37.10] So homie lay down down down, lay down down down\n[05:42.62] Lay down down down, lay down lay down\n[05:47.22] Where's everybody going? This always went over real big in gay a\n[05:56.05] Ok wait, I got another one\n[05:59.22] I just love condoms and lots of cum, no? 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I'm underground\n\n  Dre, I'm down here, under the ground, dig me up\n  Broken tibias, fibias, yeah, fix me up\n  60 sluts, all of them dying from asphyxia\n  After they sip piss through a Christopher Reeves sippy cup\n\n  Dixie cups, toxins, boxes of Oxy pads\n  Enough Oxycontin to send a fuckin' ox to rehab\n  Wack job in the back in a black stocking cap\n  Jacking off to a hockey mask at a boxing match\n\n  (He can't say that!) Yes he can, I just did, faggot\n  Now guess again, better text message your next-of-kin\n  Tell 'em shit's about to get extra messy, especially when I flex again\n  And throw a fuckin' lesbian in wet cement\n\n  Faggoty, faggoty, faggoty, Raggedy Ann and Andy\n  No! 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I'm underground\n\n  6 semen samples, 17 strands of hair\n  Found in the back of a van after the shoot with Vanity Fair\n  Hannah Montana, prepare to elope with a can-opener\n  And be cut open like cantaloupe and canopy beds\n\n  And Glad bags, yeah, glad to be back\n  Cause last year was a tragedy that landed me smack-dab in rehab\n  Fuckin' doctor, I didn't understand a damn word he said\n  I planned to relapse the second I walked out of that bitch\n\n  Two weeks in Brighton, I ain't enlightened\n  Biting into a fuckin' Vicodin like I'm a Viking\n  Oh, lightning is striking, it might be a fuckin' sign, I need a psychic\n  Evaluation, Fuck Jason, it's Friday the 19th!\n\n  That means it's just a regular day\n  And this is the kind of shit I think of regularly\n  Fucking lesbian shouldn't have had her legs in the way\n  Now she's pregnant and gay, missin' both legs and begging to stay\n\n  Here comes the rain and thunder now\n  No where to run, to run to now\n  I disappeared, don't wonder how\n  Looking for me? 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I'm underground\n\n  - So, it wasn't a choice, it was I had to do this\n  And now I'm 90 days clean and uh, that's all I have to share\n\n  Thanks\n  - Thanks for sharing Brian, is there anyone else who would like to share this evening?\n  - Yeah I got something I want to share:\n  When you walked through the door you were queer to me\n  So come here baby boy, just come here to me\n  You're a cock boy, everybody wants you\n  You're gayer than you would ever claim to\n  I won't have to rape you\n  So homie lay down down down, lay down down down\n  Lay down down down, lay down lay down\n  Where's everybody going? This always went over real big in gay a\n  Ok wait, I got another one\n  I just love condoms and lots of cum, no? 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I'm underground\n\nDre, I'm down here, under the ground, dig me up\nBroken tibias, fibias, yeah, fix me up\n60 sluts, all of them dying from asphyxia\nAfter they sip piss through a Christopher Reeves sippy cup\n\nDixie cups, toxins, boxes of Oxy pads\nEnough Oxycontin to send a fuckin' ox to rehab\nWack job in the back in a black stocking cap\nJacking off to a hockey mask at a boxing match\n\n(He can't say that!) Yes he can, I just did, faggot\nNow guess again, better text message your next-of-kin\nTell 'em shit's about to get extra messy, especially when I flex again\nAnd throw a fuckin' lesbian in wet cement\n\nFaggoty, faggoty, faggoty, Raggedy Ann and Andy\nNo! Raggedy Andy and Andy; no, it can't be, it can't be\nYes, it can be, the fucking Anti-Christ is back, Dante\nIt's Satan in black satin panties\n\nThis is Amityville calamity, goddamn it\nInsanity pills, fanny pack filled with Xannies\nThrough every nook and cranny lookin' for trannies\nMilk and cookies spilled on my silk negligee, looky\n\nRazor-ba-lades with me to make you ba-leed\nCases of Maybelline makeup lay on a table of weed\n\"Slim Shady? Shit sounds like a fable to me\"\n'Til he jumps out of the fuckin' toilet when you're taking a pee!\n\nHere comes the rain and thunder now\nNo where to run, to run to now\nI disappeared, don't wonder how\nLooking for me? I'm underground\n\nHere comes the rain and thunder now\nNo where to run, to run to now\nI disappeared, don't wonder how\nLooking for me? I'm underground\n\n6 semen samples, 17 strands of hair\nFound in the back of a van after the shoot with Vanity Fair\nHannah Montana, prepare to elope with a can-opener\nAnd be cut open like cantaloupe and canopy beds\n\nAnd Glad bags, yeah, glad to be back\nCause last year was a tragedy that landed me smack-dab in rehab\nFuckin' doctor, I didn't understand a damn word he said\nI planned to relapse the second I walked out of that bitch\n\nTwo weeks in Brighton, I ain't enlightened\nBiting into a fuckin' Vicodin like I'm a Viking\nOh, lightning is striking, it might be a fuckin' sign, I need a psychic\nEvaluation, Fuck Jason, it's Friday the 19th!\n\nThat means it's just a regular day\nAnd this is the kind of shit I think of regularly\nFucking lesbian shouldn't have had her legs in the way\nNow she's pregnant and gay, missin' both legs and begging to stay\n\nHere comes the rain and thunder now\nNo where to run, to run to now\nI disappeared, don't wonder how\nLooking for me? I'm underground\n\nHere comes the rain and thunder now\nNo where to run, to run to now\nI disappeared, don't wonder how\nLooking for me? I'm underground\n\nTell the critics I'm back and comin' to spit it back in abundance\nHit a fag with onions, then split a bag of Funyuns\nMad at me? Understandable, cannibal, shoot an animal\nOut of a cannon and have 'em catapult at an adult\n\nCaptain of a cult, with an elite following\nTo turn Halloween back into a trick-or-treat holiday\nHave Michael Myers lookin' like a liar, swipe his power\nReplace his knife with flowers and a stack of fliers\n\nHit Jason Vorhees with a 40\nStuck a suppository up his ass and made him tell me a story\nGave Hannibal Lector a fuckin' nectarine and sat him\nIn the fuckin' fruit and vegetable section and gave him a lecture\n\nWalked up Elm street with a fucking Wiffle bat drew\nFought Freddy Krueger and Edward Scissorhands, too\nCame out with a little scratch, ooh\nLookin' like I got in a fuckin' pillow fight with a triple-fat goose\n\nInsanity, can it be vanity? Where is the humanity\nIn having a twisted fantasy with an arm-and-leg amputee?\nStraitjacket with a hundred eight brackets\nWith a strap that wraps twice around my back then they latch it\n\nCut your fucking head off and ask you where you're headed off to\nGet it? Headed off to? Medic, this headache's awful\nThis anesthetic's pathetic, so's this diabetic waffle\nAnd this prosthetic arm keeps crushing my hard taco\n\nHere comes the rain and thunder now\nNo where to run, to run to now\nI disappeared, don't wonder how\nLooking for me? I'm underground\n\nHere comes the rain and thunder now\nNo where to run, to run to now\nI disappeared, don't wonder how\nLooking for me? I'm underground\n\n- So, it wasn't a choice, it was I had to do this\nAnd now I'm 90 days clean and uh, that's all I have to share\n\nThanks\n- Thanks for sharing Brian, is there anyone else who would like to share this evening?\n- Yeah I got something I want to share:\nWhen you walked through the door you were queer to me\nSo come here baby boy, just come here to me\nYou're a cock boy, everybody wants you\nYou're gayer than you would ever claim to\nI won't have to rape you\nSo homie lay down down down, lay down down down\nLay down down down, lay down lay down\nWhere's everybody going? This always went over real big in gay a\nOk wait, I got another one\nI just love condoms and lots of cum, no? 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I'm underground\n[00:39.00] Dre, I'm down here, under the ground, dig me up\n[00:41.48] Broken tibias, fibias, yeah, fix me up\n[00:43.98] 60 sluts, all of them dying from asphyxia\n[00:46.55] After they sip piss through a Christopher Reeves sippy cup\n[00:48.94] Dixie cups, toxins, boxes of Oxy pads\n[00:51.99] Enough Oxycontin to send a fuckin' ox to rehab\n[00:54.54] Wack job in the back in a black stocking cap\n[00:57.21] Jacking off to a hockey mask at a boxing match\n[00:59.69] (He can't say that!) Yes he can, I just did, faggot\n[01:02.35] Now guess again, better text message your next-of-kin\n[01:05.12] Tell 'em shit's about to get extra messy, especially when I flex again\n[01:07.92] And throw a fuckin' lesbian in wet cement\n[01:10.14] Faggoty, faggoty, faggoty, Raggedy Ann and Andy\n[01:12.98] No! Raggedy Andy and Andy; no, it can't be, it can't be\n[01:16.24] Yes, it can be, the fucking Anti-Christ is back, Dante\n[01:19.58] It's Satan in black satin panties\n[01:20.74] This is Amityville calamity, goddamn it\n[01:23.54] Insanity pills, fanny pack filled with Xannies\n[01:25.99] Through every nook and cranny lookin' for trannies\n[01:28.79] Milk and cookies spilled on my silk negligee, looky\n[01:30.75] Razor-ba-lades with me to make you ba-leed\n[01:33.34] Cases of Maybelline makeup lay on a table of weed\n[01:35.81] \"Slim Shady? Shit sounds like a fable to me\"\n[01:38.73] 'Til he jumps out of the fuckin' toilet when you're taking a pee!\n[01:41.16] Here comes the rain and thunder now\n[01:44.15] No where to run, to run to now\n[01:46.65] I disappeared, don't wonder how\n[01:49.20] Looking for me? I'm underground\n[01:51.76] Here comes the rain and thunder now\n[01:54.80] No where to run, to run to now\n[01:57.09] I disappeared, don't wonder how\n[01:59.96] Looking for me? 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Where is the humanity\n[03:48.94] In having a twisted fantasy with an arm-and-leg amputee?\n[03:51.86] Straitjacket with a hundred eight brackets\n[03:54.29] With a strap that wraps twice around my back then they latch it\n[03:56.98] Cut your fucking head off and ask you where you're headed off to\n[03:59.40] Get it? Headed off to? Medic, this headache's awful\n[04:02.39] This anesthetic's pathetic, so's this diabetic waffle\n[04:04.46] And this prosthetic arm keeps crushing my hard taco\n[04:07.14] Here comes the rain and thunder now\n[04:10.59] No where to run, to run to now\n[04:12.89] I disappeared, don't wonder how\n[04:15.53] Looking for me? I'm underground\n[04:18.01] Here comes the rain and thunder now\n[04:20.86] No where to run, to run to now\n[04:23.30] I disappeared, don't wonder how\n[04:26.07] Looking for me? I'm underground\n[04:28.69] - So, it wasn't a choice, it was I had to do this\n[04:54.90] \n[04:57.35] And now I'm 90 days clean and uh, that's all I have to share\n[05:02.10] Thanks\n[05:03.81] - Thanks for sharing Brian, is there anyone else who would like to share this evening?\n[05:12.69] - Yeah I got something I want to share:\n[05:15.61] When you walked through the door you were queer to me\n[05:19.52] So come here baby boy, just come here to me\n[05:24.10] You're a cock boy, everybody wants you\n[05:29.13] You're gayer than you would ever claim to\n[05:33.35] I won't have to rape you\n[05:37.10] So homie lay down down down, lay down down down\n[05:42.62] Lay down down down, lay down lay down\n[05:47.22] Where's everybody going? This always went over real big in gay a\n[05:56.05] Ok wait, I got another one\n[05:59.22] I just love condoms and lots of cum, no? 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I'm underground\n\n  Dre, I'm down here, under the ground, dig me up\n  Broken tibias, fibias, yeah, fix me up\n  60 sluts, all of them dying from asphyxia\n  After they sip piss through a Christopher Reeves sippy cup\n\n  Dixie cups, toxins, boxes of Oxy pads\n  Enough Oxycontin to send a fuckin' ox to rehab\n  Wack job in the back in a black stocking cap\n  Jacking off to a hockey mask at a boxing match\n\n  (He can't say that!) Yes he can, I just did, faggot\n  Now guess again, better text message your next-of-kin\n  Tell 'em shit's about to get extra messy, especially when I flex again\n  And throw a fuckin' lesbian in wet cement\n\n  Faggoty, faggoty, faggoty, Raggedy Ann and Andy\n  No! 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I'm underground\n\n  6 semen samples, 17 strands of hair\n  Found in the back of a van after the shoot with Vanity Fair\n  Hannah Montana, prepare to elope with a can-opener\n  And be cut open like cantaloupe and canopy beds\n\n  And Glad bags, yeah, glad to be back\n  Cause last year was a tragedy that landed me smack-dab in rehab\n  Fuckin' doctor, I didn't understand a damn word he said\n  I planned to relapse the second I walked out of that bitch\n\n  Two weeks in Brighton, I ain't enlightened\n  Biting into a fuckin' Vicodin like I'm a Viking\n  Oh, lightning is striking, it might be a fuckin' sign, I need a psychic\n  Evaluation, Fuck Jason, it's Friday the 19th!\n\n  That means it's just a regular day\n  And this is the kind of shit I think of regularly\n  Fucking lesbian shouldn't have had her legs in the way\n  Now she's pregnant and gay, missin' both legs and begging to stay\n\n  Here comes the rain and thunder now\n  No where to run, to run to now\n  I disappeared, don't wonder how\n  Looking for me? I'm underground\n\n  Here comes the rain and thunder now\n  No where to run, to run to now\n  I disappeared, don't wonder how\n  Looking for me? I'm underground\n\n  Tell the critics I'm back and comin' to spit it back in abundance\n  Hit a fag with onions, then split a bag of Funyuns\n  Mad at me? 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I'm underground\n\n  - So, it wasn't a choice, it was I had to do this\n  And now I'm 90 days clean and uh, that's all I have to share\n\n  Thanks\n  - Thanks for sharing Brian, is there anyone else who would like to share this evening?\n  - Yeah I got something I want to share:\n  When you walked through the door you were queer to me\n  So come here baby boy, just come here to me\n  You're a cock boy, everybody wants you\n  You're gayer than you would ever claim to\n  I won't have to rape you\n  So homie lay down down down, lay down down down\n  Lay down down down, lay down lay down\n  Where's everybody going? This always went over real big in gay a\n  Ok wait, I got another one\n  I just love condoms and lots of cum, no? 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Understandable, cannibal, shoot an animal\n[03:12.53] Out of a cannon and have 'em catapult at an adult\n[03:15.22] Captain of a cult, with an elite following\n[03:17.54] To turn Halloween back into a trick-or-treat holiday\n[03:20.10] Have Michael Myers lookin' like a liar, swipe his power\n[03:23.50] Replace his knife with flowers and a stack of fliers\n[03:25.81] Hit Jason Vorhees with a 40\n[03:27.52] Stuck a suppository up his ass and made him tell me a story\n[03:30.53] Gave Hannibal Lector a fuckin' nectarine and sat him\n[03:33.59] In the fuckin' fruit and vegetable section and gave him a lecture\n[03:36.08] Walked up Elm street with a fucking Wiffle bat drew\n[03:38.77] Fought Freddy Krueger and Edward Scissorhands, too\n[03:41.05] Came out with a little scratch, ooh\n[03:43.30] Lookin' like I got in a fuckin' pillow fight with a triple-fat goose\n[03:46.23] Insanity, can it be vanity? 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I'm underground\n[04:28.69] - So, it wasn't a choice, it was I had to do this\n[04:54.90] \n[04:57.35] And now I'm 90 days clean and uh, that's all I have to share\n[05:02.10] Thanks\n[05:03.81] - Thanks for sharing Brian, is there anyone else who would like to share this evening?\n[05:12.69] - Yeah I got something I want to share:\n[05:15.61] When you walked through the door you were queer to me\n[05:19.52] So come here baby boy, just come here to me\n[05:24.10] You're a cock boy, everybody wants you\n[05:29.13] You're gayer than you would ever claim to\n[05:33.35] I won't have to rape you\n[05:37.10] So homie lay down down down, lay down down down\n[05:42.62] Lay down down down, lay down lay down\n[05:47.22] Where's everybody going? This always went over real big in gay a\n[05:56.05] Ok wait, I got another one\n[05:59.22] I just love condoms and lots of cum, no? 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I'm underground\n\n  Dre, I'm down here, under the ground, dig me up\n  Broken tibias, fibias, yeah, fix me up\n  60 sluts, all of them dying from asphyxia\n  After they sip piss through a Christopher Reeves sippy cup\n\n  Dixie cups, toxins, boxes of Oxy pads\n  Enough Oxycontin to send a fuckin' ox to rehab\n  Wack job in the back in a black stocking cap\n  Jacking off to a hockey mask at a boxing match\n\n  (He can't say that!) Yes he can, I just did, faggot\n  Now guess again, better text message your next-of-kin\n  Tell 'em shit's about to get extra messy, especially when I flex again\n  And throw a fuckin' lesbian in wet cement\n\n  Faggoty, faggoty, faggoty, Raggedy Ann and Andy\n  No! 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I'm underground\n\n  6 semen samples, 17 strands of hair\n  Found in the back of a van after the shoot with Vanity Fair\n  Hannah Montana, prepare to elope with a can-opener\n  And be cut open like cantaloupe and canopy beds\n\n  And Glad bags, yeah, glad to be back\n  Cause last year was a tragedy that landed me smack-dab in rehab\n  Fuckin' doctor, I didn't understand a damn word he said\n  I planned to relapse the second I walked out of that bitch\n\n  Two weeks in Brighton, I ain't enlightened\n  Biting into a fuckin' Vicodin like I'm a Viking\n  Oh, lightning is striking, it might be a fuckin' sign, I need a psychic\n  Evaluation, Fuck Jason, it's Friday the 19th!\n\n  That means it's just a regular day\n  And this is the kind of shit I think of regularly\n  Fucking lesbian shouldn't have had her legs in the way\n  Now she's pregnant and gay, missin' both legs and begging to stay\n\n  Here comes the rain and thunder now\n  No where to run, to run to now\n  I disappeared, don't wonder how\n  Looking for me? 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I'm underground\n\n  - So, it wasn't a choice, it was I had to do this\n  And now I'm 90 days clean and uh, that's all I have to share\n\n  Thanks\n  - Thanks for sharing Brian, is there anyone else who would like to share this evening?\n  - Yeah I got something I want to share:\n  When you walked through the door you were queer to me\n  So come here baby boy, just come here to me\n  You're a cock boy, everybody wants you\n  You're gayer than you would ever claim to\n  I won't have to rape you\n  So homie lay down down down, lay down down down\n  Lay down down down, lay down lay down\n  Where's everybody going? This always went over real big in gay a\n  Ok wait, I got another one\n  I just love condoms and lots of cum, no? 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I'm underground\n\n  Dre, I'm down here, under the ground, dig me up\n  Broken tibias, fibias, yeah, fix me up\n  60 sluts, all of them dying from asphyxia\n  After they sip piss through a Christopher Reeves sippy cup\n\n  Dixie cups, toxins, boxes of Oxy pads\n  Enough Oxycontin to send a fuckin' ox to rehab\n  Wack job in the back in a black stocking cap\n  Jacking off to a hockey mask at a boxing match\n\n  (He can't say that!) Yes he can, I just did, faggot\n  Now guess again, better text message your next-of-kin\n  Tell 'em shit's about to get extra messy, especially when I flex again\n  And throw a fuckin' lesbian in wet cement\n\n  Faggoty, faggoty, faggoty, Raggedy Ann and Andy\n  No! 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I'm underground\n\n  6 semen samples, 17 strands of hair\n  Found in the back of a van after the shoot with Vanity Fair\n  Hannah Montana, prepare to elope with a can-opener\n  And be cut open like cantaloupe and canopy beds\n\n  And Glad bags, yeah, glad to be back\n  Cause last year was a tragedy that landed me smack-dab in rehab\n  Fuckin' doctor, I didn't understand a damn word he said\n  I planned to relapse the second I walked out of that bitch\n\n  Two weeks in Brighton, I ain't enlightened\n  Biting into a fuckin' Vicodin like I'm a Viking\n  Oh, lightning is striking, it might be a fuckin' sign, I need a psychic\n  Evaluation, Fuck Jason, it's Friday the 19th!\n\n  That means it's just a regular day\n  And this is the kind of shit I think of regularly\n  Fucking lesbian shouldn't have had her legs in the way\n  Now she's pregnant and gay, missin' both legs and begging to stay\n\n  Here comes the rain and thunder now\n  No where to run, to run to now\n  I disappeared, don't wonder how\n  Looking for me? I'm underground\n\n  Here comes the rain and thunder now\n  No where to run, to run to now\n  I disappeared, don't wonder how\n  Looking for me? I'm underground\n\n  Tell the critics I'm back and comin' to spit it back in abundance\n  Hit a fag with onions, then split a bag of Funyuns\n  Mad at me? 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I'm underground\n\n  - So, it wasn't a choice, it was I had to do this\n  And now I'm 90 days clean and uh, that's all I have to share\n\n  Thanks\n  - Thanks for sharing Brian, is there anyone else who would like to share this evening?\n  - Yeah I got something I want to share:\n  When you walked through the door you were queer to me\n  So come here baby boy, just come here to me\n  You're a cock boy, everybody wants you\n  You're gayer than you would ever claim to\n  I won't have to rape you\n  So homie lay down down down, lay down down down\n  Lay down down down, lay down lay down\n  Where's everybody going? This always went over real big in gay a\n  Ok wait, I got another one\n  I just love condoms and lots of cum, no? 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Where is the humanity\n[03:48.94] In having a twisted fantasy with an arm-and-leg amputee?\n[03:51.86] Straitjacket with a hundred eight brackets\n[03:54.29] With a strap that wraps twice around my back then they latch it\n[03:56.98] Cut your fucking head off and ask you where you're headed off to\n[03:59.40] Get it? Headed off to? Medic, this headache's awful\n[04:02.39] This anesthetic's pathetic, so's this diabetic waffle\n[04:04.46] And this prosthetic arm keeps crushing my hard taco\n[04:07.14] Here comes the rain and thunder now\n[04:10.59] No where to run, to run to now\n[04:12.89] I disappeared, don't wonder how\n[04:15.53] Looking for me? I'm underground\n[04:18.01] Here comes the rain and thunder now\n[04:20.86] No where to run, to run to now\n[04:23.30] I disappeared, don't wonder how\n[04:26.07] Looking for me? I'm underground\n[04:28.69] - So, it wasn't a choice, it was I had to do this\n[04:54.90] \n[04:57.35] And now I'm 90 days clean and uh, that's all I have to share\n[05:02.10] Thanks\n[05:03.81] - Thanks for sharing Brian, is there anyone else who would like to share this evening?\n[05:12.69] - Yeah I got something I want to share:\n[05:15.61] When you walked through the door you were queer to me\n[05:19.52] So come here baby boy, just come here to me\n[05:24.10] You're a cock boy, everybody wants you\n[05:29.13] You're gayer than you would ever claim to\n[05:33.35] I won't have to rape you\n[05:37.10] So homie lay down down down, lay down down down\n[05:42.62] Lay down down down, lay down lay down\n[05:47.22] Where's everybody going? This always went over real big in gay a\n[05:56.05] Ok wait, I got another one\n[05:59.22] I just love condoms and lots of cum, no? 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I'm underground\n\n  Dre, I'm down here, under the ground, dig me up\n  Broken tibias, fibias, yeah, fix me up\n  60 sluts, all of them dying from asphyxia\n  After they sip piss through a Christopher Reeves sippy cup\n\n  Dixie cups, toxins, boxes of Oxy pads\n  Enough Oxycontin to send a fuckin' ox to rehab\n  Wack job in the back in a black stocking cap\n  Jacking off to a hockey mask at a boxing match\n\n  (He can't say that!) Yes he can, I just did, faggot\n  Now guess again, better text message your next-of-kin\n  Tell 'em shit's about to get extra messy, especially when I flex again\n  And throw a fuckin' lesbian in wet cement\n\n  Faggoty, faggoty, faggoty, Raggedy Ann and Andy\n  No! 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I'm underground\n\n  6 semen samples, 17 strands of hair\n  Found in the back of a van after the shoot with Vanity Fair\n  Hannah Montana, prepare to elope with a can-opener\n  And be cut open like cantaloupe and canopy beds\n\n  And Glad bags, yeah, glad to be back\n  Cause last year was a tragedy that landed me smack-dab in rehab\n  Fuckin' doctor, I didn't understand a damn word he said\n  I planned to relapse the second I walked out of that bitch\n\n  Two weeks in Brighton, I ain't enlightened\n  Biting into a fuckin' Vicodin like I'm a Viking\n  Oh, lightning is striking, it might be a fuckin' sign, I need a psychic\n  Evaluation, Fuck Jason, it's Friday the 19th!\n\n  That means it's just a regular day\n  And this is the kind of shit I think of regularly\n  Fucking lesbian shouldn't have had her legs in the way\n  Now she's pregnant and gay, missin' both legs and begging to stay\n\n  Here comes the rain and thunder now\n  No where to run, to run to now\n  I disappeared, don't wonder how\n  Looking for me? I'm underground\n\n  Here comes the rain and thunder now\n  No where to run, to run to now\n  I disappeared, don't wonder how\n  Looking for me? I'm underground\n\n  Tell the critics I'm back and comin' to spit it back in abundance\n  Hit a fag with onions, then split a bag of Funyuns\n  Mad at me? 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I'm underground\n\n  - So, it wasn't a choice, it was I had to do this\n  And now I'm 90 days clean and uh, that's all I have to share\n\n  Thanks\n  - Thanks for sharing Brian, is there anyone else who would like to share this evening?\n  - Yeah I got something I want to share:\n  When you walked through the door you were queer to me\n  So come here baby boy, just come here to me\n  You're a cock boy, everybody wants you\n  You're gayer than you would ever claim to\n  I won't have to rape you\n  So homie lay down down down, lay down down down\n  Lay down down down, lay down lay down\n  Where's everybody going? This always went over real big in gay a\n  Ok wait, I got another one\n  I just love condoms and lots of cum, no? 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I'm underground\n\nHere comes the rain and thunder now\nNo where to run, to run to now\nI disappeared, don't wonder how\nLooking for me? 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I'm underground\n\n- So, it wasn't a choice, it was I had to do this\nAnd now I'm 90 days clean and uh, that's all I have to share\n\nThanks\n- Thanks for sharing Brian, is there anyone else who would like to share this evening?\n- Yeah I got something I want to share:\nWhen you walked through the door you were queer to me\nSo come here baby boy, just come here to me\nYou're a cock boy, everybody wants you\nYou're gayer than you would ever claim to\nI won't have to rape you\nSo homie lay down down down, lay down down down\nLay down down down, lay down lay down\nWhere's everybody going? This always went over real big in gay a\nOk wait, I got another one\nI just love condoms and lots of cum, no? 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I'm underground\n\n  Dre, I'm down here, under the ground, dig me up\n  Broken tibias, fibias, yeah, fix me up\n  60 sluts, all of them dying from asphyxia\n  After they sip piss through a Christopher Reeves sippy cup\n\n  Dixie cups, toxins, boxes of Oxy pads\n  Enough Oxycontin to send a fuckin' ox to rehab\n  Wack job in the back in a black stocking cap\n  Jacking off to a hockey mask at a boxing match\n\n  (He can't say that!) Yes he can, I just did, faggot\n  Now guess again, better text message your next-of-kin\n  Tell 'em shit's about to get extra messy, especially when I flex again\n  And throw a fuckin' lesbian in wet cement\n\n  Faggoty, faggoty, faggoty, Raggedy Ann and Andy\n  No! 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I'm underground\n  start_ms: 172230\n  end_ms: 174680\n- text: Here comes the rain and thunder now\n  start_ms: 174680\n  end_ms: 177210\n- text: No where to run, to run to now\n  start_ms: 177210\n  end_ms: 179760\n- text: I disappeared, don't wonder how\n  start_ms: 179760\n  end_ms: 182550\n- text: Looking for me? I'm underground\n  start_ms: 182550\n  end_ms: 185160\n- text: Tell the critics I'm back and comin' to spit it back in abundance\n  start_ms: 185160\n  end_ms: 187520\n- text: Hit a fag with onions, then split a bag of Funyuns\n  start_ms: 187520\n  end_ms: 189950\n- text: Mad at me? Understandable, cannibal, shoot an animal\n  start_ms: 189950\n  end_ms: 192530\n- text: Out of a cannon and have 'em catapult at an adult\n  start_ms: 192530\n  end_ms: 195220\n- text: Captain of a cult, with an elite following\n  start_ms: 195220\n  end_ms: 197540\n- text: To turn Halloween back into a trick-or-treat holiday\n  start_ms: 197540\n  end_ms: 200100\n- text: Have Michael Myers lookin' like a liar, swipe his power\n  start_ms: 200100\n  end_ms: 203500\n- text: Replace his knife with flowers and a stack of fliers\n  start_ms: 203500\n  end_ms: 205810\n- text: Hit Jason Vorhees with a 40\n  start_ms: 205810\n  end_ms: 207520\n- text: Stuck a suppository up his ass and made him tell me a story\n  start_ms: 207520\n  end_ms: 210530\n- text: Gave Hannibal Lector a fuckin' nectarine and sat him\n  start_ms: 210530\n  end_ms: 213590\n- text: In the fuckin' fruit and vegetable section and gave him a lecture\n  start_ms: 213590\n  end_ms: 216080\n- text: Walked up Elm street with a fucking Wiffle bat drew\n  start_ms: 216080\n  end_ms: 218770\n- text: Fought Freddy Krueger and Edward Scissorhands, too\n  start_ms: 218770\n  end_ms: 221050\n- text: Came out with a little scratch, ooh\n  start_ms: 221050\n  end_ms: 223300\n- text: Lookin' like I got in a fuckin' pillow fight with a triple-fat goose\n  start_ms: 223300\n  end_ms: 226230\n- text: Insanity, can it be vanity? Where is the humanity\n  start_ms: 226230\n  end_ms: 228940\n- text: In having a twisted fantasy with an arm-and-leg amputee?\n  start_ms: 228940\n  end_ms: 231860\n- text: Straitjacket with a hundred eight brackets\n  start_ms: 231860\n  end_ms: 234290\n- text: With a strap that wraps twice around my back then they latch it\n  start_ms: 234290\n  end_ms: 236980\n- text: Cut your fucking head off and ask you where you're headed off to\n  start_ms: 236980\n  end_ms: 239400\n- text: Get it? Headed off to? Medic, this headache's awful\n  start_ms: 239400\n  end_ms: 242390\n- text: This anesthetic's pathetic, so's this diabetic waffle\n  start_ms: 242390\n  end_ms: 244460\n- text: And this prosthetic arm keeps crushing my hard taco\n  start_ms: 244460\n  end_ms: 247140\n- text: Here comes the rain and thunder now\n  start_ms: 247140\n  end_ms: 250590\n- text: No where to run, to run to now\n  start_ms: 250590\n  end_ms: 252890\n- text: I disappeared, don't wonder how\n  start_ms: 252890\n  end_ms: 255530\n- text: Looking for me? I'm underground\n  start_ms: 255530\n  end_ms: 258010\n- text: Here comes the rain and thunder now\n  start_ms: 258010\n  end_ms: 260860\n- text: No where to run, to run to now\n  start_ms: 260860\n  end_ms: 263300\n- text: I disappeared, don't wonder how\n  start_ms: 263300\n  end_ms: 266070\n- text: Looking for me? I'm underground\n  start_ms: 266070\n  end_ms: 268690\n- text: '- So, it wasn''t a choice, it was I had to do this'\n  start_ms: 268690\n  end_ms: 294900\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 294900\n  end_ms: 297350\n- text: And now I'm 90 days clean and uh, that's all I have to share\n  start_ms: 297350\n  end_ms: 302100\n- text: Thanks\n  start_ms: 302100\n  end_ms: 303810\n- text: '- Thanks for sharing Brian, is there anyone else who would like to share this evening?'\n  start_ms: 303810\n  end_ms: 312690\n- text: '- Yeah I got something I want to share:'\n  start_ms: 312690\n  end_ms: 315610\n- text: When you walked through the door you were queer to me\n  start_ms: 315610\n  end_ms: 319520\n- text: So come here baby boy, just come here to me\n  start_ms: 319520\n  end_ms: 324100\n- text: You're a cock boy, everybody wants you\n  start_ms: 324100\n  end_ms: 329130\n- text: You're gayer than you would ever claim to\n  start_ms: 329130\n  end_ms: 333350\n- text: I won't have to rape you\n  start_ms: 333350\n  end_ms: 337100\n- text: So homie lay down down down, lay down down down\n  start_ms: 337100\n  end_ms: 342620\n- text: Lay down down down, lay down lay down\n  start_ms: 342620\n  end_ms: 347220\n- text: Where's everybody going? This always went over real big in gay a\n  start_ms: 347220\n  end_ms: 356050\n- text: Ok wait, I got another one\n  start_ms: 356050\n  end_ms: 359220\n- text: I just love condoms and lots of cum, no? Oh, shit\n  start_ms: 359220\n  end_ms: 367660\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 367660\nplain: |-\n  A lot of people ask me\n  Where the fuck I've been at the last few years\n  Shit, I don't know but I do know I'm back now\n\n  Here comes the rain and thunder now\n  No where to run, to run to now\n  I disappeared, don't wonder how\n  Looking for me? I'm underground\n\n  Here comes the rain and thunder now\n  No where to run, to run to now\n  I disappeared, don't wonder how\n  Looking for me? I'm underground\n\n  Dre, I'm down here, under the ground, dig me up\n  Broken tibias, fibias, yeah, fix me up\n  60 sluts, all of them dying from asphyxia\n  After they sip piss through a Christopher Reeves sippy cup\n\n  Dixie cups, toxins, boxes of Oxy pads\n  Enough Oxycontin to send a fuckin' ox to rehab\n  Wack job in the back in a black stocking cap\n  Jacking off to a hockey mask at a boxing match\n\n  (He can't say that!) Yes he can, I just did, faggot\n  Now guess again, better text message your next-of-kin\n  Tell 'em shit's about to get extra messy, especially when I flex again\n  And throw a fuckin' lesbian in wet cement\n\n  Faggoty, faggoty, faggoty, Raggedy Ann and Andy\n  No! Raggedy Andy and Andy; no, it can't be, it can't be\n  Yes, it can be, the fucking Anti-Christ is back, Dante\n  It's Satan in black satin panties\n\n  This is Amityville calamity, goddamn it\n  Insanity pills, fanny pack filled with Xannies\n  Through every nook and cranny lookin' for trannies\n  Milk and cookies spilled on my silk negligee, looky\n\n  Razor-ba-lades with me to make you ba-leed\n  Cases of Maybelline makeup lay on a table of weed\n  \"Slim Shady? Shit sounds like a fable to me\"\n  'Til he jumps out of the fuckin' toilet when you're taking a pee!\n\n  Here comes the rain and thunder now\n  No where to run, to run to now\n  I disappeared, don't wonder how\n  Looking for me? I'm underground\n\n  Here comes the rain and thunder now\n  No where to run, to run to now\n  I disappeared, don't wonder how\n  Looking for me? I'm underground\n\n  6 semen samples, 17 strands of hair\n  Found in the back of a van after the shoot with Vanity Fair\n  Hannah Montana, prepare to elope with a can-opener\n  And be cut open like cantaloupe and canopy beds\n\n  And Glad bags, yeah, glad to be back\n  Cause last year was a tragedy that landed me smack-dab in rehab\n  Fuckin' doctor, I didn't understand a damn word he said\n  I planned to relapse the second I walked out of that bitch\n\n  Two weeks in Brighton, I ain't enlightened\n  Biting into a fuckin' Vicodin like I'm a Viking\n  Oh, lightning is striking, it might be a fuckin' sign, I need a psychic\n  Evaluation, Fuck Jason, it's Friday the 19th!\n\n  That means it's just a regular day\n  And this is the kind of shit I think of regularly\n  Fucking lesbian shouldn't have had her legs in the way\n  Now she's pregnant and gay, missin' both legs and begging to stay\n\n  Here comes the rain and thunder now\n  No where to run, to run to now\n  I disappeared, don't wonder how\n  Looking for me? I'm underground\n\n  Here comes the rain and thunder now\n  No where to run, to run to now\n  I disappeared, don't wonder how\n  Looking for me? I'm underground\n\n  Tell the critics I'm back and comin' to spit it back in abundance\n  Hit a fag with onions, then split a bag of Funyuns\n  Mad at me? Understandable, cannibal, shoot an animal\n  Out of a cannon and have 'em catapult at an adult\n\n  Captain of a cult, with an elite following\n  To turn Halloween back into a trick-or-treat holiday\n  Have Michael Myers lookin' like a liar, swipe his power\n  Replace his knife with flowers and a stack of fliers\n\n  Hit Jason Vorhees with a 40\n  Stuck a suppository up his ass and made him tell me a story\n  Gave Hannibal Lector a fuckin' nectarine and sat him\n  In the fuckin' fruit and vegetable section and gave him a lecture\n\n  Walked up Elm street with a fucking Wiffle bat drew\n  Fought Freddy Krueger and Edward Scissorhands, too\n  Came out with a little scratch, ooh\n  Lookin' like I got in a fuckin' pillow fight with a triple-fat goose\n\n  Insanity, can it be vanity? Where is the humanity\n  In having a twisted fantasy with an arm-and-leg amputee?\n  Straitjacket with a hundred eight brackets\n  With a strap that wraps twice around my back then they latch it\n\n  Cut your fucking head off and ask you where you're headed off to\n  Get it? Headed off to? Medic, this headache's awful\n  This anesthetic's pathetic, so's this diabetic waffle\n  And this prosthetic arm keeps crushing my hard taco\n\n  Here comes the rain and thunder now\n  No where to run, to run to now\n  I disappeared, don't wonder how\n  Looking for me? I'm underground\n\n  Here comes the rain and thunder now\n  No where to run, to run to now\n  I disappeared, don't wonder how\n  Looking for me? I'm underground\n\n  - So, it wasn't a choice, it was I had to do this\n  And now I'm 90 days clean and uh, that's all I have to share\n\n  Thanks\n  - Thanks for sharing Brian, is there anyone else who would like to share this evening?\n  - Yeah I got something I want to share:\n  When you walked through the door you were queer to me\n  So come here baby boy, just come here to me\n  You're a cock boy, everybody wants you\n  You're gayer than you would ever claim to\n  I won't have to rape you\n  So homie lay down down down, lay down down down\n  Lay down down down, lay down lay down\n  Where's everybody going? This always went over real big in gay a\n  Ok wait, I got another one\n  I just love condoms and lots of cum, no? Oh, shit\n"}]