Luyện nghe bài hát Bury Me Alive

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

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

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

And I got y'all on the cover of Magazine
I give a fuck right, dead face with the eyes white,
Intimidate you with my eyesight, I try to hide the average
Everyday we startin' static, live the maggots
Masters of the magic, my shit's for killas
With the tags on they backs, my shit's for killas

Who walk with a axe, my shit's for killas
Screaming I would die
Than see you 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 don't you me alive

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

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

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

We stay unedited and scream till they head
is your shit, it was made for you
Don't let the influence you and tell you what to listen to
And everyone at MTV can my dick, tellin' me we'll be the shit
If they label us a buzz clip, man fuck
We deep the underground, we rose with the hatchet
You can hear the sound in your eardrums
Don't let the others get a taste and if they start to it
Go and smack in they face and then bury me alive

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

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

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

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

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