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"Underground" is track #5 on the album I Need Drugs. It was written by Usher, David/makowy, Mark Andrew/pearce, Jeffrey Howard.
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I keep straining my ears to hear a sound
Maybe someone is digging underground
Or have they...

Yo man mother fuckers are clowns man; hip-hop's too nice
It's too pretty
What are you gonna do to it necro?
Take a razor, and slice it!

Yo peep this shit like this
Kill the head kill the body and those around the room
When I float like a dead body and sting like peroxide on wounds
I'm rolling a fatty like death is coming believe it
Recognize the chain of command I deliver the pain you receive it
Brainwashing has officially begun
Kid you'll peep a psycho holding a butcher knife dancing like rerun
It's raining, as God pisses on earth
I drop bile like a vagina dismisses at birth
Devour my shower that's golden
I'm puffing the sack
cold and smoldered flesh, holding the fresh cancer infested colon
How can I make my point to you fools?
I'll drop a dead a&r off a roof and on his chest it says necro rules
I'm above the constitution
My shit stays bubblin like burned flesh
My rhymes are acid on clorox solution
Your eyes are burnt once the acid hits
You'll be blinded like rosie o'donnell jumped up 10 feet in the air and
Flashed her tits
Life is shady g
In 1976 my parents created me
I've been flipping since 1983
I always took pain as a game
When I was 6 I cracked my head open and looked in the mirror and saw my brain
Wonder why I'm like an icicle?
At 5 I was hit by a car riding my tricycle
A hit and run son
Mad young in the hospital receiving stitches
Making me vicious
Peeping cretons with mephisto in their eyes made me suspicious
Running through glenwood pj's as a young buck
I didn't dance that fresh I burnt ants to death.
Taste me you will see more is all you need dedicated to how I'm killing you
You're unhealthy your a felon your po checks your bladder
You're an addict; you beat me I'll deliver you death on a platter
The customer's always right but this time the customers left
On a stretcher gasping for breath
the cipher flows like rolly polly
Kill yourself slowly plus you're already dead if you're homely
So bitch, there's a little red dot on your skull so prey
Most of new york's population is filled with metal patients
Pretending to be normal, pretending to be mental patients
Gotham got rapists by the pile
Watch out for goons of bile infested smiles and dreams of molesting
Your child
You got a black glock with the extra clip when shit gets thick
You gotta punch a kid dead in the nose if he ever tries to front and dis
You need to puff a bag of dro's when listening to brutal shit like this
You gotta rock a lambskin with the spermicide for nasty bitch
Make sure your girl's syphilis clean before I slide my tongue up in her
don't you dare ruin my dinner
My ventriloquism hits you like ism
Sprayed with raid mixed with prism mixed with blades butchery sadism
I rip your gap when I twist my wrists
1 finger, 2 finger, 3 fingers, 4 fingers fuck it the whole fists
Rammed up your wife's ass gets murdered type fast
Blast scum up your bc masks
And dirty flash pipes splash
Pulling or coming inside like sluts like kimberly drummand
You know the steez, I slay my prey
Day by day
Kill yourself, on some euthanasia shit
Rocking timbs with razors on the tip
Today's the day to flip on a decapitation tip
I'm fascinated with
Leaving you lacerated split on point like an assassination hit your not
Some one to have patience with
I'm better off
Letting off
Two clips at you face set it off
To decide is better off
Dead it off
Inject 'till you feel correct
Feel the effects of my hex
Force you to have sex with techs
Chopped at funeral next
Buy my poison I got triple six in my beeper
I talk to my self cause giving my own self therapy's cheaper
The violence hits you like a spliff filled with some holy pot
Penetrate your skull like an obituary riff from slowly we rot
You'll soon be fractions and numerators
Of a denominator when I play dominator
When you're dead with brains embalmed with data
peeping vietnam through beta
Futuristic butcher cd rom cremator
Your spine cracks in 3 d like imax
You won't be superman no more feel the pain climax
No anastasia, even if the doctor takes some codeine and combines crack
a fine packed and mixed with phenobarbetal liquid
And a raid-sprayed dime sack
Nothing numbs your future sums
I threw you in a wheel chair your a crumb
A pebble, a worm, a snail
I'll be a metal patient with a red apple on thorozine when you inhale
Uhhhhh uhhhhhh uhhhhhh
Another blunt filled with dust
And another blunt filled
And another blunt filled
And another blunt filled with dust
Last week someone tried to put me in a coffin
That's the second time a nigga tried to kill me I'm starting to feel
Important
For some cats smilin
ain't there style
But there's something so evil
About seeing a murderer smile it's vile
Gore is a tattoo on your mind, suicide is a laxative
It will eat you up inside like you swallowed maggots by accident
I mean line to main-tain I'm fighting the biggest fight in my life
You got a black glock with the extra clip when shit gets thick
You gotta punch a kid dead in the nose if he ever tries to front and dis
You need to puff a bag of dros when listening to brutal shit like this
You gotta rock a lambskin with the spermacide for nasty bitch
You fucking dirt bags

Repeat till fade

I keep straining my ears to hear a sound
Maybe someone is digging underground

Songwriters
USHER, DAVID/MAKOWY, MARK ANDREW/PEARCE, JEFFREY HOWARD

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Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing

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