Music video awards, alright summit, check it out Just talked to Alex, Warped Big goin' 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 videos, Rolling Stone Magazine
I got y'all on MTV's, Rock and Summertime, spring break, volleyball, time tour Ricki Lake, perform with Biz kit Right before Coolio (Big things) Right Coolio and right after Mase That's it in between and uh, Spin Magazine I got on that Real World cast (Channel 3)
I'm workin' on y'all for road rules (I you) And I got y'all on the cover of Nickelodeon I don't give a fuck right, dead with the eyes white, Intimidate you my eyesight, I try to hide from the average Everyday we static, live with the maggots of the black magic, my shit's for killas With the tags on they backs, my shit's for killas
Who walk around with a axe, my shit's for Screaming I would die Than see you muthafuckas doin' MTV You can the mainstream light in all the hoes I'm steady cussin' in videos for I'm underground where the dead don't us a secret to the world and watch the posse increase So if you why don't you bury me alive
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Strictly for the juggalos, bitch, I thought you 'Cuz we sealing up the ears with crazy glue So can't hear a word we say We stage speak of voodoo Them bitches wouldn't it anyway Walk with an axe when the sun Talkin' through the quiji For predictions of the Give a fuck less a video or airplay
We stay unedited and till they head ring This is your shit, it was for you Don't let the radio influence you and 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 that We deep beneath the underground, we with the hatchet You can the wicked sound in your eardrums Don't let the others get a taste and if start to bump it Go and smack them in they face and bury me alive
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With a flurry of buckshot, goddamn they ruthless With a of buckshot, goddamn they ruthless This ain't no scene, so ain't nobody dancin' I only fuck with the dead and my advances Chances are you outta luck when you with the killas Psychopathic fuck it we be the illest, keep it the Like else doing that, I'm in the back in black Chillin' a bloody axe When we we have your whole crew shook
You fake hoes know Twiztid wrote the book And I don't give a fuck, perpetrators you can suck my Say you bought the album but don't a single cut You's a bandwagon rida givin' juggalos a bad We'll fuck you up for that, bitch, this ain't no game Fuck all that shit they print bro, magazines is toilet paper for the assholes Fuck publications, syndications, segregation 'Cuz we run beneath the
So bury me me alive Run with the hatchet man (Aight) me alive (Bury me alive) Keep it in your fuck the outside
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