Underground Lyrics – Eminem
The final track "Underground" on Eminem’s 2009 comeback album, Relapse. The main point of this song is to explain where he’s been for the past few years, which subliminally could refer to Hell while showing that his lyrical ability hasn’t fallen either. After Encore did not meet many fans’ expectations, and a five-year hiatus, many see this as Slim Shady at one of his best. It overviews the drug addiction Eminem went through during his hiatus from music, showing that Slim Shady is still very prevalent on this record. An overall amazing track.
| Song Name : | Underground |
| Album / Movie : | Replace |
| Singer : | Eminem |
| Music Label : | Aftermath Entertainment, Shady Records, and Interscope Records |
| Cast : | Eminem |
A lot of people ask meWhere the fuck I’ve been at the last few yearsShit, I don’t knowBut I do know, I’m back now (haha)
Here comes the rain and thunder nowNowhere to run, to run to nowI disappeared, don’t wonder howLookin’ for me? I’m undergroundHere comes the rain and thunder nowNowhere to run, to run to nowI disappeared, don’t wonder howLookin’ for me? I’m underground
Dre, I’m down here, under the ground, dig me upBroken tibias, fibias, yeah, fix me upSixty sluts, all of ’em dyin’ from asphyxiaAfter they sip piss through a Christopher Reeves sippy cupDixie cups, toxins, boxes of Oxy padsEnough Oxycontin to send a fuckin’ ox to rehabWack job in the back in a black stockin’ capJackin’ off to a hockey mask at a boxing match(He can’t say that) Yes, he canI just did, faggot, now guess againBetter text message your next of kinTell ’em shits about to get extra messyEspecially when I flex againAnd throw a fuckin’ lesbian in wet cementFaggoty, faggoty, faggoty, raggedy Ann and AndyNo, raggedy Andy and AndyNo, it can’t be, it can’t beYes, it can beThe fuckin’ Antichrist is back, DannyIt’s Satan in black satin pantiesThis is Amityville, calamity, goddamn itInsanity, pills, fanny pack filled with XanniesThrough every nook and cranny, lookin’ for tranniesMilk and cookies spilled on my silk negligee, lookyRazor blades with me to make you bleedCases of Maybelline makeup lay on a table of weedSlim Shady, shit sounds like a fable to me‘Til it jumps out the fucking toilet when you’re takin’ a pee
Here comes the rain and thunder nowNowhere to run, to run to nowI disappeared, don’t wonder howLookin’ for me? I’m undergroundHere comes the rain and thunder nowNowhere to run, to run to nowI disappeared, don’t wonder howLookin’ for me? I’m underground
Six semen samples, seventeen strands of hairFound in the back of a van after the shoot with Vanity FairHannah Montana, prepare to elope with a can openerAnd be cut open like cantaloupe on canopy bedsAnd Glad bags, yeah, glad to be back‘Cause last year was a tragedy that landed me smack dab in rehabFuckin’ doctor, I ain’t understand a damn what he saidI planned to relapse the second I walked out of that bitchTwo weeks in Brighton, I ain’t enlightenedBitin’ into a fuckin’ Vicodin like I’m a VikingOh, lightening is strikin’, might be a fuckin’ sign I need a psychicEvaluation, fuck Jason, it’s Friday the 19thThat means it’s just a regular dayAnd this is the kinda shit I think of regularlyFuckin’ lesbian shouldn’t of had her legs in the wayNow she’s pregnant and gay, missing both legs and begging to stay
Here comes the rain and thunder nowNowhere to run, to run to nowI disappeared, don’t wonder howLookin’ for me? I’m undergroundHere comes the rain and thunder nowNowhere to run, to run to nowI disappeared, don’t wonder howLookin’ for me? I’m underground
Tell the critics I’m back and I’m comingTo spit it back in abundanceHit a fag with onions, then split a bag of FunyunsMad at me? Understandable, cannibal, shoot an animalOut of a cannon and have him catapult, add an adultCaptain of a cult, with an elite followingTo turn Halloween back to a trick-or-treat holidayHave Michael Myers looking like a liarSwipe his powers, replace his knife with flowers and a stack of flyersHit Jason Vorhees with a 40, stuck a suppository up his assAnd made him tell me a story, gave Hannibal Lector a fuckin’ nectarineAnd sat him in the fuckin’ fruit and vegetables section and gave him a lectureWalked up Elm Street with a fuckin’ Wiffle bat drewFought Freddy Krueger, and Edward Scissorhands tooThen came out with a little scratch, oohLooking like I got in a fuckin’ pillow fight with a Triple F.A.T. gooseInsanity? Can it be vanity? Where’s the humanityIn havin’ a twisted fantasy with an arm and leg amputee?Straightjacket with a hundred and eight bracketsAnd a strap that wraps twice around my back, then they latch itCut your fuckin’ head off, and that’s where you headed off toGet it, headed off to? Medic, this headache’s awfulThis anesthetic’s pathetic, so is this diabetic waffleAnd this prosthetic arm keeps crushing my hard taco
Here comes the rain and thunder nowNowhere to run, to run to nowI disappeared, don’t wonder howLookin’ for me? I’m undergroundHere comes the rain and thunder nowNowhere to run, to run to nowI disappeared, don’t wonder howLookin’ for me? I’m underground
I had to get soberIt wasn’t a choice, it was “I had to do this”And now I got 90 days cleanAnd uh, that’s all I have to share, thanks(Well, thanks for sharing, Brian, uhIs there anyone else who’d like to share this evening?)Yeah, I got something to share“When you walked through the door you were queer to meSo come here, baby boy, just come here to meYou’re a cock-boy, everybody wants youYou’re gayer than you would ever claim toI won’t have to rape youSo, homie, lay down, down, downLay down, down, downLay down, down, down, lay down, lay down”Where’s everybody going?This always went over real big in Gay-AOkay, wait, I got another one“I just love condoms and lots of cum”No? Well, shit