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I'm still on y'all for road rules (I you) And I got y'all on the of Nickelodeon Magazine I don't give a fuck right, face with the eyes white, you with my eyesight, I try to hide from the average Everyday we startin' static, live the maggots of the black magic, my shit's for killas With the Twiztid tags on backs, my shit's for killas
Who walk around with a axe, my for killas I would rather die Than see you doin' MTV live You can keep the mainstream in all the hoes I'm steady cussin' in for juggalos I'm underground where the don't sleep Keep us a secret to the world and the posse increase So if you feel why don't you bury me
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for the juggalos, bitch, I thought you knew 'Cuz we sealing up the mainstream ears with crazy So they hear a word we say We stage witches speak of Them bitches wouldn't understand it Walk an axe when the sun falls through the quiji board For of the haulocaust Give a fuck less about a or airplay
We stay unedited and scream till they ring This is your shit, it was 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 we'll be the If they label us a buzz clip, man that We deep beneath the underground, we rose with the You can the wicked sound in your eardrums Don't let the get a taste and if they start to bump it Go and smack them in face and then bury me alive
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With a flurry of buckshot, goddamn they ruthless With a flurry of buckshot, they ruthless This ain't no scene, so ain't nobody dancin' I only fuck with the dead and my advances Chances are you luck when you fuckin' with the killas Psychopathic it we be the illest, keep it the realest everybody else doing that, I'm in the back in black Chillin' with a axe When we attack we have whole crew shook
You fake hoes know Twiztid the goddamn book And I don't give a fuck, perpetrators you can suck my Say you bought the but don't know a single cut You's a bandwagon rida givin' a bad name We'll you up for that, bitch, this ain't no fuckin' game all that shit that they print bro, magazines is toilet paper Glorified for the Fuck publications, syndications, music 'Cuz we run beneath the
So me alive me alive 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 With a of buckshot, goddamn they ruthless
me alive Run with the hatchet man (Aight) me alive (Bury me alive) Keep it in clique fuck the outside
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