BURY ME ALIVE Lyrics

I don't give a fuck right Dead face with the eyes white Intimidate you 

with my eye sight I try and hide from the average every day we start 

from static Live with the maggots, masses with the black magic My 

shits for killers with the twiztid tags on they backs My shits for 

killers who walk around with an axe My shits for killers that 

screamin I would rather die Then see you motha fuckas doin MTV 

live You can keep the main streem light and all the hoes I'm steady 

cussin in videos for juggalos I'm underground were the dead don't 

sleep Keep us a secret to the world and watch the posse creep So if 

you feel me why don't you bury me alive Bury me alive Run with the 

psychopathic hatchet man Bury me alive, bury me alive Keep it in 

your clique fuck the outside (2x) Strictly for the juggalos bitch I 

thought you knew Cuz we sealin up the mainstreem ears with Krazy 

Glue So they can't hear a word we say We stay with the stages 

voodoo them bitches wouldn't understand it anyway Walk with an 

axe when the sun falls Talkin through the Oijue board for 

predictions of the holocaust Give a fuck less about a video or air 

play We stayin under here and screamin at they head grave This is 

your shit it was made for you Don't let the radio influence you and 

tell you what to listen to And everyone at MTV can suck my dick 

Tellin me we'd be the shit if they labeled up a buzz clip Fuck that, we 

be beneath the underground We role with the hatchet you can hear 

the wicked sound In your ear drums, don't let the others get a taste 

And if they start to bump it then smack 'em in the face And then bury 

me alive, bury me alive Run with the psychopathic hatchet man Bury 

me alive, bury me alive Keep it in your clique fuck the outside (2x) 

With the barial buckshot God damn they ruthless (2x) This ain't no 

club so their ain't nobody dancin I only fuck with the dead and my 

motha fuckin chanses Chanses are, you outta luck when you fuckin 

with the killers Psychopathic fuck you we be the illest Keepin the 

realist like everybody else who in that I'm in the back in black 

chillin with a thirty pack When we attack we have your whole crew 

show Yo fake hoes know Twiztid wrote the god damn joke And I don't 

give a fuck perpetraders you can suck my nut Say you want the 

album but don't know a single cut You a band wagon rider givin 

juggalo's a bad name We'll fuck you up for that, bitch this ain't no 

fuckin game Fuck all that shit that they print role Magazines, and 

toilet paper glorified for the assholes Fuck publication, sindication 

Music segregation, cuz we run underneath the nation So bury me 

alive, bury me alive Run with the psychopathic hatchet man Bury me 

alive, bury me alive Keep it in your clique fuck the outside (2x) With 

the barial buckshot God damn they ruthless (2x)