Luyện nghe bài hát Bury Me Alive

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

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

I'm still workin' on for road rules
(I you)

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

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

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

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

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

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

With a flurry of buckshot, goddamn they With a flurry of buckshot, goddamn they ruthless
This ain't no club scene, so ain't dancin'
I only with the dead and my muthafuckin' advances
Chances are you outta luck 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 attack we have your whole crew

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

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

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

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

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