Bury Me Alive - Twiztid

I dont give a fuck, right!

Dead face with the eyes white

Intimidate you with my eyesight

Im trying to hide from the average

Everyday we startin static

Livin with the maggots

Masters of the black magic

My shits for killas with the twiztid tats on they backs

My shits for killas who walk around with the ax

My shits for killas screamin I would rather die

Then see you motha fuckas doin MTV live

You can keep the mainstream life and all the ho’s

I’m steady cussin in video’s

For Juggalos

I’m underground where the dead don’t sleep

Keep us a secret to the world and watch the posse increase

So if you feel me why don’t you bury me alive?

Bury me Alive (Bury me Alive)

Run with the Psychopathic Hatchet

Then hide!

Bury me Alive (Bury me Alive)

Keep it in yo clique, fuck the outside

Strictly for the juggalos, bitch I thought you knew

Cause we sealin up the mainstream ears with krazy glue

So they can’t hear a word we say

We stay Twiztid, spit the voodoo them bitches wouldn’t understand it, anyway

Walk with an axe when the sun falls

Talkin to the Ouija board for predictions of the Holocaust

Give a fuck less about a video or airplay

We stay unedited and scream till the head break

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 us a buzz clip

Man fuck that!

We be beneath the ground

We rose with the hatchet, you can hear the wicked sound

In your eardrums, don’t let the others get a taste

And if they start bump it, go on and smack them in the face

Then bury me alive

«With a fury of buckshots

God Damn they ruthless.»

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This ain’t no club shit, so ain’t nobody dancin'

I only fuck with the dead and my motha fuckin advances

Chances are, you outta luck when you fuckin' with the killas

Psychopathic, fuck it we be the illest

Keep it the realist

Like everybody else doin that

I’m in the back in black, chillin with the bloody ax

When we attack

We have your whole crew shook

You fake ho’s know, Twiztid wrote the god damn book

And I dont give a fuck

Perpetrators you can suck my nuts

Say you bought the album, but dont know a single cut

You’s a bandwagon rida 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 the print wrote

Magazines is toilet paper, glorified for the assholes

Fuck Publication

Syndication

Music Segregation

Cause we run beneath the nation

So bury me alive

«With a fury of buckshots

God Damn they ruthless.»

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