Luyện nghe bài hát Bury Me Alive

Music video awards, alright
summit, check it out
Just talked to Alex, Tour
Big things on big things, VH1
First of all I got on Jenny Jones
Tour Marilyn Manson, Billboard
Where the are rolling at the end and shit
Friday videos, Rolling Stone Magazine

I got y'all on MTV's, Rock and
Summertime, spring break, volleyball, half time
Lake, perform with Limp Biz kit
Right Coolio dawg
(Big things)
Right Coolio and right after Mase
it right in between and uh, Spin Magazine
I got Blaze on that Real cast
(Channel 3)

I'm still on y'all for road rules
(I you)

And I got y'all on the cover of Nickelodeon
I don't give a right, dead face with the eyes white,
Intimidate you with my eyesight, I try to hide the average
Everyday we startin' static, with the maggots
Masters of the magic, my shit's for killas
With the tags on they backs, my shit's for killas

Who walk around a axe, my shit's for killas
I would rather die
Than see you muthafuckas MTV live
You can keep the mainstream in all the hoes
I'm steady cussin' in videos for
I'm underground where the dead don't
Keep us a to the world and watch the posse increase
So if you why don't you bury me alive

Bury me
Run with the hatchet man
(Aight)
Bury me
(Bury me alive)
it in your clique fuck the outside

Bury me
(Bury me alive)
Run with the Psychopathic man
(Aight)
me alive
(Bury me alive)
Keep it in your clique fuck the

for the juggalos, bitch, I thought you knew
'Cuz we sealing up the mainstream ears with glue
So they hear a word we say
We stage speak of voodoo
Them wouldn't understand it anyway
Walk with an axe when the sun
through the quiji board
For predictions of the
Give a fuck about a video or airplay

We stay and scream till they head ring
This is shit, it was made for you
Don't let the radio you and tell you what to listen to
And everyone at MTV can suck my dick, me we'll be the shit
If they label us a buzz clip, man that
We deep beneath the underground, we with the hatchet
You can hear the wicked in your eardrums
Don't let the others get a and if they start to bump it
Go and smack them in they face and bury me alive

Bury me
Run with the hatchet man
(Aight)
Bury me
(Bury me alive)
Keep it in your clique fuck the

With a flurry of buckshot, goddamn they ruthless With a flurry of buckshot, they ruthless
This no club scene, so ain't nobody dancin'
I only fuck with the dead and my muthafuckin'
Chances are you outta luck when you fuckin' the killas
Psychopathic it we be the illest, keep it the realest
Like everybody doing that, I'm in the back in black
Chillin' with a axe
When we attack we have your whole shook

You fake know Twiztid wrote the goddamn book
And I don't give a fuck, perpetrators you can suck my
Say you the album but don't know a single cut
You's a bandwagon rida juggalos a bad name
We'll fuck you up for that, bitch, this no fuckin' game
all that shit that they print bro, magazines is toilet paper
Glorified for the
publications, syndications, music segregation
'Cuz we run beneath the

So bury me
Bury me
Run the Psychopathic hatchet man
(Aight)
me alive
(Bury me alive)
Keep it in your clique fuck the

With a flurry of buckshot, goddamn they
a flurry of buckshot, goddamn they ruthless

Bury me
Run with the hatchet man
(Aight)
Bury me
(Bury me alive)
Keep it in your fuck the outside

Bury me
(Bury me alive)
Run with the Psychopathic man
(Aight)
me alive
(Bury me alive)
Keep it in your fuck the outside