Luyện nghe bài hát Bury Me Alive

Music awards, alright y'all
summit, check it out
Just to Alex, Warped Tour
Big goin' on big things, VH1
First of all I got y'all on Jones
Tour with Marilyn Manson,
Where the credits are rolling at the end and
Friday night videos, Rolling Magazine

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

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

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

Who walk around with a axe, my shit's for
Screaming I would die
Than see you muthafuckas MTV live
You can keep the light in all the hoes
I'm steady in videos for juggalos
I'm underground the dead don't sleep
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 with the hatchet man
(Aight)
Bury me
(Bury me alive)
Keep it in your fuck the outside

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

We stay unedited and scream till they ring
This is 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 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 taste and if they to bump it
Go and them in they face and then 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, goddamn they
ain't no club scene, so ain't nobody 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
everybody else doing that, I'm in the back in black
Chillin' a bloody axe
we attack we have your whole crew shook

You fake hoes know Twiztid wrote the goddamn
And I don't a fuck, perpetrators you can suck my nuts
Say you bought the 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 ain't no fuckin'
Fuck all that that they print bro, magazines is toilet paper
for the assholes
Fuck publications, syndications, segregation
we run beneath the nation

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

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

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

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