A lot of people ask me, where the *** I've been at in the last few years, *** I don't know. But I do know, I'm back now. I'm back now, I'm back now, I'm back now. I'm back now, I'm back now, I'm back now, I'm back now. Here comes the rain, and thunder now. Nowhere to run, to run to now. I've disappeared, don't wonder how. Looking for me, I'm underground. Here comes the rain, and thunder now. Nowhere to run, to run to now. I've disappeared, don't wonder how. Looking 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 prepared it with lope with a can opener, a beat cut open like cantaloupe on canopy beds. And glad bags, yeah, glad to be back, cause last year was a trance and he did land to be smack dabbed in rehab. *** doctor, I ain't understand a damn what he said, I plan to relapse the second I walked out of that bitch. Two weeks in Brighton, I ain't enlightened, biting into a ***ing bike, it ain't like I'm a viking. Oh, lightning is striking, might be a ***ing sign, I need a psychic evaluation. *** Jason, it's Friday the 19th, that means it's just a regular day. And this is the kind of *** I think of regularly. *** lesbian, shouldn't have 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've disappeared, don't wonder how. Looking for me, I'm underground. Here comes the rain, and thunder now. Nowhere to run, to run to now. I've disappeared, don't wonder how. Looking for me, I'm underground. I'm quitting some back and I'm coming to spit it back in abundance. Hit a bag with onions and split a bag of funyuns. Mad at me? Understandable. Cannibal, shoot an animal out of a cannon and have him catapult at an adult. Captain of a cult with an elite following to turn Halloween back to a trick-or-treat holiday. Had Michael Myers looking like a liar, swipe his powers, replace his knife with flowers and a stack of flyers. Hit Jason Voorhees with a .40, suck a suppository up his ass and made him tell me a story. Gave Hannibal Lecter a ***ing nectarine and sat him in a ***ing fruit and vegetable section and gave him a lecture. Walked up Elm Street with a ***ing Whippleback Drew. Fought Freddy Krueger and Edward Scissorhands too. And came out with a little scratch, ooh. Looking like I got in a ***ing pillow fight with a triple fat goose. Insanity? Can it be vanity? Where's the humanity in having a twisted fantasy with an arm and leg amputee? Straight jacket with 108 brackets and a strap that wraps twice around my back, then they latch it. Cut your ***ing head off and ask where you headed off to. Get it? Headed off to? Medic, this headache's awful, this anesthetic's pathetic, so's this diabetic waffle and this prosthetic arm keeps crushing my heart, taco. Here comes the rain and thunder now. Nowhere to run, to run to now. I've disappeared, don't wonder how. Looking for me, I'm underground. Here comes the rain and thunder now. Nowhere to run, to run to now. I've disappeared, don't wonder how. Looking for me, I'm underground. So, 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. Is there anyone else you'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 cockboy, 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, eh? Okay, wait, I got another one. I just love condoms and lots of cum. No? Oh, ***.