Luyện nghe bài hát Bury Me Alive

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

I got on MTV's, Rock and Jock
Summertime, spring break, volleyball, half tour
Ricki Lake, perform Limp Biz kit
Right Coolio dawg
(Big things)
Right before and right after Mase
That's it right in between and uh, 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 of Nickelodeon 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 static, live with the maggots
Masters of the magic, my shit's for killas
With the Twiztid tags on backs, my shit's for killas

Who walk around a axe, my shit's for killas
Screaming I rather die
see you muthafuckas doin' MTV live
You can keep the mainstream light in all the
I'm steady cussin' in videos for
I'm where the dead don't sleep
Keep us a secret to the world and watch the increase
So if you feel why don't you bury me

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)
me alive
(Bury me alive)
Keep it in your clique fuck the

Strictly for the juggalos, bitch, I you knew
'Cuz we sealing up the mainstream ears with glue
So they can't a word we say
We witches speak of voodoo
Them bitches wouldn't understand it
with an axe when the sun falls
Talkin' through the quiji
For predictions of the
a fuck less about a video or airplay

We stay unedited and scream they head ring
This is shit, it was made 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 be the shit
If label us a buzz clip, man fuck that
We deep beneath the underground, we rose with the
You can hear the wicked sound in eardrums
Don't let the get a taste and if they start to bump it
Go and smack them in they face and bury me alive

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

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

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

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

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