Underground - Eminem

Tell the critics I'm back and I'm comin' to spit it back in abundance

Hit a fag with onions, then split a bag of Funyuns

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 into a trick-or-treat holiday

Have Michael Myers lookin' like a liar, swipe his powers

Replace his knife with flowers and a stack of fliers

Hit Jason Vorhees with a 40; stuck a suppository

Up his ass, and made him tell me a story

Gave Hannibal Lector a fuckin' nectarine

And sat him in the 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 F.A.T. goose

Insanity, can it be vanity?

Where's the humanity in having a twisted fantasy

With an arm-and-leg amputee?

Straitjacket with a hundred and eight brackets

And a strap that wraps twice around my back

Then they latch it; cut your fuckin' head off

And ask where you're headed off to

Get it? Headed off to? Medic, this headache's awful!

This anesthetic's pathetic, so is this diabetic waffle

And this prosthetic arm keeps crushin' my hard taco