The Underground
Eminem Lyrics


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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
Nowhere to run, to run to now
I disappeared, don't wonder how
Lookin' for me? I'm underground
Here comes the rain and thunder now
Nowhere to run, to run to now
I disappeared, don't 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 'em dyin' from asphyxia
After they sip piss through a Christopher Reeves sippy cup
Dixie cups, toxins, boxes of Oxy pads
Enough Oxycontin to send a fuckin' ox to rehab
Wack job in the back in a black stockin' 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
Better text message your next of kin
Tell 'em shits about to get extra messy
Especially when I flex again
And throw a fuckin' 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' Antichrist is back, Danny
It's Satan in black satin panties
This is Amityville, calamity, goddamn it
Insanity, pills, fanny pack filled with Xannies
Through every nook and cranny, lookin' for trannies
Milk and cookies spilled on my silk negligee, looky
Razor blades with me to make you bleed
Cases of Maybelline makeup lay on a table of weed
Slim 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 now
Nowhere to run, to run to now
I disappeared, don't wonder how
Lookin' for me? I'm underground
Here comes the rain and thunder now
Nowhere to run, to run to now
I disappeared, don't wonder how
Lookin' for me? I'm underground

Six semen samples, seventeen strands of hair
Found in the back of a van after the shoot with Vanity Fair
Hannah Montana, prepare to elope with a can opener
And be cut open like cantaloupe on 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 what he said
I planned to relapse the second I walked out of that bitch
Two weeks in Brighton, I ain't enlightened
Bitin' into a fuckin' Vicodin like I'm a Viking
Oh, lightening is strikin', might be a fuckin' sign I need a psychic
Evaluation, fuck Jason, it's Friday the 19th
That means it's just a regular day
And this is the kinda 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 begging to stay

Here comes the rain and thunder now
Nowhere to run, to run to now
I disappeared, don't wonder how
Lookin' for me? I'm underground
Here comes the rain and thunder now
Nowhere to run, to run to now
I disappeared, don't wonder how
Lookin' for me? I'm underground

Tell the critics I'm back and I'm coming
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 him catapult, add 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 with flowers and a stack of flyers
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 vegetables section and gave him a lecture
Walked up Elm Street with a fuckin' Wiffle bat drew
Fought Freddy Krueger, and Edward Scissorhands too
Then came out with a little scratch, ooh
Looking 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 havin' a twisted fantasy with an arm and leg amputee?
Straightjacket 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 that's where you 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 crushing my hard taco

Here comes the rain and thunder now
Nowhere to run, to run to now
I disappeared, don't wonder how
Lookin' for me? I'm underground
Here comes the rain and thunder now
Nowhere to run, to run to now
I disappeared, don't 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, uh
Is 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 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"
Where's everybody going?
This always went over real big in Gay-A
Okay, wait, I got another one




"I just love condoms and lots of cum"
No? Well, shit

Overall Meaning

The song "Underground" by Eminem featuring Grafh is a track filled with dark and twisted lyrics. The intro of the song starts with Eminem claiming his return to the music scene after a hiatus of a few years. Throughout the song, the lyrics are rapped in a furious and angry tone as an outlet for the artist's inner turmoil.


The imagery and metaphors in "Underground" are graphic, and Eminem portrays himself as being buried underground, where he's free to express his wild side in his underground rap sessions. The song talks about controversial topics such as drug addiction, sexual perversions, homosexuality, and even Satanism.


Most of the lyrics in the song are meant to be seen through the prism of satire, and some lines are meant to be delivered with a sarcastic tone. The humor in the lyrics is dark, edgy, and graphic, and there are moments of absurdity and ridiculousness.


Overall, "Underground" is a song that offers a glimpse into the chaotic and disturbed mind of Eminem. The lyrics reveal the rapper's passion for pushing boundaries and breaking taboos while, at the same time, shedding light on his struggles with addiction, mental health issues, and his darker impulses.


Line by Line Meaning

A lot of people ask me
Many people inquire about my whereabouts


Where the fuck I've been at the last few years
Where the hell I have been for the past few years


Shit, I don't know
Honestly, I am uncertain


But I do know, I'm back now (haha)
But what I do know is that I am back now (laughs)


Here comes the rain and thunder now
Now the rain and thunder are approaching


Nowhere to run, to run to now
There is no place to escape to now


I disappeared, don't wonder how
I vanished, don't contemplate how


Lookin' for me? I'm underground
Search for me if you want, I am hidden underground


Dre, I'm down here, under the ground, dig me up
Dre, I am down here, buried underground, dig me out


Broken tibias, fibias, yeah, fix me up
Fractured tibias, fibias, yes, mend them for me


Sixty sluts, all of 'em dyin' from asphyxia
Sixty promiscuous women, all of them suffocating


After they sip piss through a Christopher Reeves sippy cup
After they drink urine from a sippy cup designed for Christopher Reeves


Dixie cups, toxins, boxes of Oxy pads
Disposable cups, poisons, boxes of Oxy pads


Enough Oxycontin to send a fuckin' ox to rehab
An ample amount of Oxycontin to necessitate an ox attending rehabilitation


Wack job in the back in a black stockin' cap
A mentally unstable person in the rear wearing a black stocking cap


Jackin' off to a hockey mask at a boxing match
Masturbating to a hockey mask during a boxing match


(He can't say that) Yes, he can
(He is not allowed to say that) Indeed, he can


I just did, faggot, now guess again
I already did, derogatory term, so think again


Better text message your next of kin
You should send a text message to your closest relative


Tell 'em shits about to get extra messy
Inform them that things are about to get even more chaotic


Especially when I flex again
Particularly when I demonstrate my abilities once more


And throw a fuckin' lesbian in wet cement
And submerge a homosexual woman in wet cement


Faggoty, faggoty, faggoty, raggedy Ann and Andy
Derogatory, derogatory, derogatory, poorly constructed dolls named Ann and Andy


No, raggedy Andy and Andy
No, raggedy Andy and Andy


No, it can't be, it can't be
No, it cannot be, it cannot be


Yes, it can be
Yes, it is possible


The fuckin' Antichrist is back, Danny
The damn Antichrist has returned, Danny


It's Satan in black satin panties
It is Satan wearing black silk underwear


This is Amityville, calamity, goddamn it
This is Amityville, a disastrous situation, damn it


Insanity, pills, fanny pack filled with Xannies
Madness, medications, fanny pack full of Xanax pills


Through every nook and cranny, lookin' for trannies
Searching every corner for transgender individuals


Milk and cookies spilled on my silk negligee, looky
Spilled milk and cookies on my luxurious nightgown, observe


Razor blades with me to make you bleed
I have razor blades with me to cause you to bleed


Cases of Maybelline makeup lay on a table of weed
Boxes of Maybelline makeup are placed on a table of marijuana


Slim Shady, shit sounds like a fable to me
Slim Shady, it appears to be an unbelievable story


'Til it jumps out the fucking toilet when you're takin' a pee
Until it unexpectedly emerges from the toilet while you are urinating


Six semen samples, seventeen strands of hair
Six samples of semen, seventeen strands of hair


Found in the back of a van after the shoot with Vanity Fair
Discovered in the rear of a van after the photoshoot with Vanity Fair


Hannah Montana, prepare to elope with a can opener
Hannah Montana, get ready to run away secretly with a can opener


And be cut open like cantaloupe on canopy beds
And be sliced open similar to a cantaloupe on beds with overhead canopies


And Glad bags, yeah, glad to be back
And Glad bags, yes, happy to be back


'Cause last year was a tragedy that landed me smack dab in rehab
Because last year was a terrible event that placed me directly in rehabilitation


Fuckin' doctor, I ain't understand a damn what he said
Damn doctor, I didn't comprehend a single thing he said


I planned to relapse the second I walked out of that bitch
I intended to experience a setback as soon as I left that place


Two weeks in Brighton, I ain't enlightened
Two weeks in Brighton, I did not gain enlightenment


Bitin' into a fuckin' Vicodin like I'm a Viking
Biting into a damn Vicodin as if I were a Viking


Oh, lightening is strikin', might be a fuckin' sign I need a psychic
Oh, lightning is striking, it may be an indication that I require a psychic


Evaluation, fuck Jason, it's Friday the 19th
Assessment, screw Jason, it's the 19th of Friday


That means it's just a regular day
That signifies it is simply an ordinary day


And this is the kinda shit I think of regularly
And this is the sort of nonsense I contemplate frequently


Fuckin' lesbian shouldn't of had her legs in the way
Damn lesbian should not have obstructed with her legs


Now she's pregnant and gay, missing both legs and begging to stay
Now she is pregnant and homosexual, without both legs, pleading to remain


Tell the critics I'm back and I'm coming
Inform the critics that I have returned and I am arriving


To spit it back in abundance
To deliver it back generously


Hit a fag with onions, then split a bag of Funyuns
Strike a gay person with onions, then divide a bag of Funyuns


Mad at me? Understandable, cannibal, shoot an animal
Angry with me? Understandable, I am a cannibal, I shoot animals


Out of a cannon and have him catapult, add an adult
Out of a cannon and have him catapult, include an adult


Captain of a cult, with an elite following
Leader of a cult, with a superior group of followers


To turn Halloween back to a trick-or-treat holiday
To restore Halloween as a holiday for trick-or-treating


Have Michael Myers looking like a liar
Make Michael Myers appear dishonest


Swipe his powers, replace his knife with flowers and a stack of flyers
Take away his abilities, substitute his knife with flowers and a collection of informational leaflets


Hit Jason Vorhees with a 40, stuck a suppository up his ass
Strike Jason Vorhees with a 40-ounce beverage, insert a suppository into his rectum


And made him tell me a story, gave Hannibal Lector a fuckin' nectarine
And compelled him to narrate a tale, presented Hannibal Lector with a damn nectarine


And sat him in the fuckin' fruit and vegetables section and gave him a lecture
And positioned him in the produce section and delivered a speech


Walked up Elm Street with a fuckin' Wiffle bat drew
Strolled along Elm Street holding a Wiffle ball bat


Fought Freddy Krueger, and Edward Scissorhands too
Engaged in combat with Freddy Krueger, and also with Edward Scissorhands


Then came out with a little scratch, ooh
Then emerged with a minor injury, ooh


Looking like I got in a fuckin' pillow fight with a Triple F.A.T. goose
Appearing as if I engaged in a fierce pillow fight with a Triple F.A.T. goose


Insanity? Can it be vanity? Where's the humanity
Craziness? Perhaps it is conceit? What happened to compassion


In havin' a twisted fantasy with an arm and leg amputee?
In indulging in a distorted fantasy involving an individual with amputated limbs


Straightjacket with a hundred and eight brackets
A straitjacket with a large number of restraining straps


And a strap that wraps twice around my back, then they latch it
And a strap that coils around my back twice, then they secure it


Cut your fuckin' head off, and that's where you headed off to
Sever your damn head, and that is where you are going


Get it, headed off to?
Do you understand, heading off to?


Medic, this headache's awful
Medical professional, this headache is terrible


This anesthetic's pathetic, so is this diabetic waffle
This anesthetic is inadequate, and so is this waffle for diabetics


And this prosthetic arm keeps crushing my hard taco
And this artificial arm keeps squashing my hard-shell taco


I had to get sober
I had to become abstinent


It wasn't a choice, it was "I had to do this"
It was not a decision, it was a necessity


And now I got 90 days clean
And now I have been clean for 90 days


And uh, that's all I have to share, thanks
And, um, that's the extent of what I have to share, thank you


(Well, thanks for sharing, Brian, uh
(Well, thanks for sharing, Brian, um


Is there anyone else who'd like to share this evening?)
Would anyone else like to share this evening?


Yeah, I got something to share
Yes, I have something to share


"When you walked through the door you were queer to me
"When you entered the room, you appeared queer to me


So come here, baby boy, just come here to me
So come here, young man, simply come over to me


You're a cock-boy, everybody wants you
You are a desirable individual, everyone desires you


You're gayer than you would ever claim to
You are more homosexual than you admit


I won't have to rape you
I won't need to sexually assault you


So, homie, lay down, down, down
So, my friend, lie down, down, down


Lay down, down, down
Lie down, down, down


Lay down, down, down, lay down, lay down"
Lie down, down, down, lie down, lie down"


Where's everybody going?
Where is everyone going?


This always went over real big in Gay-A
This has always received significant attention in the gay community


Okay, wait, I got another one
Alright, wait, I have another


"I just love condoms and lots of cum"
"I simply adore condoms and large amounts of ejaculate"


No? Well, shit
No? Well, damn




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Trevor Anthony Lawrence, Dawaun W. Parker, Andre Romell Young, Mark Christopher Batson, Marshal B. III Mathers

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Honour


on The Real Slim Shady

May I have your attention, please?
May I have your attention, please?
Will the real Slim Shady please stand up?
I repeat, will the real Slim Shady please stand up?
We're gonna have a problem here

Y'all act like you never seen a white person before
Jaws all on the floor like Pam like Tommy just burst in the door
And started whoopin' her ass worse than before
They first were divorced, throwing' her over furniture (ah)
It's the return of the "ah, wait, no way, you're kidding
He didn't just say what I think he did, did he?"
And Dr. Dre said, nothing, you idiots
Dr. Dre's dead, he's locked in my basement (ha ha)
Feminist women love Eminem
"Chicka, chicka, chicka, Slim Shady, I'm sick of him
Look at him, walkin' around, grabbing' his you-know-what
Flippin' the you-know-who"
"Yeah, but he's so cute though"
Yeah, I probably got a couple of screws up in my head loose
But no worse than what s going' on in your parents' bedrooms
Sometimes I wanna get on TV and just let loose
But can't, but it's cool for Tom Green to hump a dead moose
"My bum is on your lips, my bum is on your lips"
And if I'm lucky, you might just give it a little kiss
And that's the message that we deliver to little kids
And expect them not to know what a woman's clitoris is
Of course they're gonna know what intercourse is
By the time they hit fourth grade
They've got the Discovery Channel, don't they?
We ain't nothin' but mammals, well, some of us, cannibals
Who cut other people open like cantaloupes
But if we can hump dead animals and antelopes
Then there's no reason that a man and another man can't elope
But if you feel like I feel, I got the antidote
Women, wave your pantyhose, sing the chorus, and it goes

I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?
'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?

Will Smith don't gotta cuss in his raps to sell records
Well, I do, so fuck him and fuck you too
You think I give a damn about a Grammy?
Half of you critics can't even stomach me, let alone stand me
"But Slim, what if you win, wouldn't it be weird?"
Why, so you guys could just lie to get me here?
So you can sit me here next to Britney Spears?
Shit, Christina Aguilera better switch me chairs
So I can sit next to Carson Daly and Fred Durst
And hear 'em argue over who she gave head to first
Little bitch put me on blast on MTV
"Yeah, he's cute, but I think he's married to Kim, hee-hee"
I should download her audio on MP3
And show the whole world how you gave Eminem VD (ah)
I'm sick of you little girl and boy groups
All you do is annoy me, so I have been sent here to destroy you
And there's a million of us just like me
Who cuss like me, who just don't give a fuck like me
Who dress like me, walk, talk and act like me
And just might be the next best thing, but not quite me

'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?
'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?

I'm like a headtrip to listen to, 'cause I'm only giving' you
Things you joke about with your friends inside your living' room
The only difference is I got the balls to say it in front of y'all
And I don't gotta be false or sugarcoat it at all
I just get on the mic and spit it
And whether you like to admit it, I just shit it
Better than ninety percent of you rappers out can
Then you wonder, "how can
Kids eat up these albums like Valiums?"
It's funny, 'cause at the rate I'm going, when I'm thirty
I'll be the only person in the nursing home flirting
Pinching nurses asses when I'm jacking off with Jergens
And I'm jerking, but this whole bag of Viagra isn't working
And every single person is a Slim Shady lurking
He could be working at Burger King, spitting' on your onion rings
Or in the parking lot, circling, screaming, "I don't give a fuck"
With his windows down and his system up
So will the real Shady please stand up
And put one of those fingers on each hand up?
And be proud to be outta your mind and outta control
And one more time, loud as you can, how does it go?

I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?
'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?
'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?
'Cause I'm Slim Shady, yes, I'm the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won't the real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?

Ha ha, I guess there's a Slim Shady in all of us
Fuck it, let's all stand up

Noah


on Remember Me?

Remember me? S executions
Remember me? I have no remorse
Remember me? I'm high-powered
Remember me? I drop bombs like Hiroshima

For this one, they scream "X, you retarded?!"
'Cause I grab the mic and get down like syndrome
Hide and roam into the masses
Without boundaries, which qualifies me
For the term "universal" without no rehearsal
I leak words that's controversial
Like I'm not the one you wanna contest, see
'Cause I'll hit your ass like the train did that bitch
That got banned from TV, heavyweight getup
Hit you, watch your whole head split up
Loco is the motion, we comin' through
Hollow-tips is the lead the .45 threw

Remember me? Throw your guns in the air
Remember me? Slam, slam
Remember me? Nigga, back the fuck up
Remember me? Chka-chka-Onyx

Niggas that take no for an answer get told no
Yeah, I been told no, but it was more like "No! No! No!"
Life a bitch, met her, fuck you if you let her
Better come better than better to be a competitor
This vet is ahead of the shit, it's all redder, you deader and deader
A medic instead of the cheddars and credda
Settle vendetta with metal Beretta from ghetto to ghetto
Evidence, nope, never leave a shred of
I got the soul of every rapper in me, love me or hate me
My moms got raped by the industry and made me
I'm the illest nigga ever, I told you
I get more pussy than them dyke bitches Total
Want beef, nigga? Pfft, you better dead that shit
My name should be Can't-Believe-That-Nigga-Said-That-Shit
Probably sayin' he ain't a killer, but I'm killin' myself
Smoke death, fuck bitches raw on the kitchen floor
So think what I'ma do to you, have done to you
Got niggas in my hood who'd do that shit for a blunt or two
What you wanna do? Cocksuckers, we Glock busters
'Til the cops cuff us, gon' start ruckus and drop blockbusters
Round the clock hustlers, you cannot touch us
I'm gettin' wires, niggas wantin' me dead
Wantin' my head, you think it could be somethin' I said?

Remember me? I just don't give a fuck
Remember me? Yeah, fuck you too
Remember me? I'm low down and I'm shifty
Remember me? I'm Shady

When I go out, I'ma go out shootin'
I don't mean when I die, I mean when I go out to the club, stupid
I'm tryin' to clean up my fuckin' image
So I promised the fuckin' critics
I wouldn't say "fuckin'" for six minutes
(Six minutes, Slim Shady, you're on)
My baby's mom, bitch made me an angry blonde
So I made me a song, killed her and put Hailie on
I may be wrong, I keep thinkin' these crazy thoughts
In my cranium, but I'm stuck with a crazy mom
(Is she really on as much dope as you say she's on?)
Came home and somebody must've broke in the back window
And stole two loaded machine guns and both of my trench coats
Six sick dreams of picnic scenes
Two kids, sixteen, with M-16s and ten clips each
And them shits reach through six kids each
And Slim gets blamed in Bill Clint's speech to fix these streets?!
Fuck that! Pfft, you faggots can vanish to volcanic ash
And reappear in hell with a can of gas and a match
Aftermath, Dre, grab the gat, show 'em where it's at
(What the fuck you starin' at, nigga?)

Don't you remember me?
Remember me?
Remember me?
Remember me? (Slim Shady!)

28Rivals


on Lose Yourself

@elchihuahua420 Damn bro, stay strong "You only get one shot don't miss your chance to blow." Don't let them bring you down in life and keep pushing

Noah


on Till ICollapse

Not Afraid

hope


on The Real Slim Shady

hi

eminem


on Crazy In Love

great song

serenity noble


on Lose Yourself

awesome

serenity noble


on The Real Slim Shady

awesome

serenity noble


on Lose Yourself

i love it
#eminemfan

Mind Space Apocalypse


on ShadyXV

Greatest of all time

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