Luyện nghe bài hát Bury Me Alive

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

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

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

And I got on the cover of Nickelodeon Magazine
I don't give a fuck right, face with the eyes white,
Intimidate you with my eyesight, I try to from the average
Everyday we static, live with the maggots
Masters of the black magic, my shit's for
the Twiztid tags on they backs, my shit's for killas

Who around with a axe, my shit's for killas
Screaming I would die
see you muthafuckas doin' MTV live
You can the mainstream light in all the hoes
I'm steady cussin' in for juggalos
I'm underground where the dead don't
Keep us a secret to the world and watch the posse
So if you feel why you bury me alive

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

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

Strictly for the juggalos, bitch, I you knew
'Cuz we sealing up the ears with crazy glue
So can't hear a word we say
We stage witches speak of
Them bitches understand it anyway
Walk an axe when the sun falls
Talkin' through the board
For predictions of the
Give a fuck less 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 influence you and tell you what to to
And everyone at MTV can suck my dick, tellin' me be the shit
If they label us a buzz clip, man that
We deep the underground, we rose with the hatchet
You can hear the wicked sound in your
Don't let the get a taste and if they start to bump it
Go and smack them in they face and then bury me

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

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

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

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

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

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

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