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 Tour Marilyn 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, half time Ricki Lake, perform Limp Biz kit Right before Coolio (Big things) Right Coolio and right after Mase it right in between and uh, Spin Magazine I got Blaze on that Real World (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 fuck right, face with the eyes white, Intimidate you my eyesight, I try to hide from the average Everyday we startin' static, live the maggots Masters of the black magic, my for killas With the Twiztid tags on they backs, my shit's for
Who walk with a axe, my shit's for killas Screaming I would die Than see you muthafuckas MTV live You can keep the mainstream in all the hoes I'm steady in videos for juggalos I'm where the dead don't sleep Keep us a secret to the world and watch the increase So if you feel why you bury me alive
me alive Run with the Psychopathic man (Aight) Bury me (Bury me alive) Keep it in your clique fuck the
me alive (Bury me alive) Run the Psychopathic hatchet man (Aight) Bury me (Bury me alive) Keep it in your clique fuck the
Strictly for the juggalos, bitch, I thought you we sealing up the mainstream ears with crazy glue So they can't hear a we say We stage witches of voodoo Them bitches wouldn't it anyway Walk with an axe when the sun through the quiji board For of the haulocaust Give a less about a video or airplay
We stay unedited and scream till they head 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 suck my dick, tellin' me be the shit If label us a buzz clip, man fuck that We deep the underground, we rose with the hatchet You can hear the sound in your eardrums Don't let the others get a and if they start to bump it Go and them in they face and then bury me alive
Bury me Run the Psychopathic hatchet man (Aight) Bury me (Bury me alive) Keep it in clique fuck the outside
With a flurry of buckshot, goddamn they ruthless a flurry of buckshot, goddamn they ruthless This no club scene, so ain't nobody dancin' I only fuck with the dead and my muthafuckin' are you outta luck when you fuckin' with the killas Psychopathic fuck it we be the illest, keep it the Like everybody else 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 goddamn And I give a fuck, perpetrators you can suck my nuts Say you bought the album but don't a single cut You's a rida givin' juggalos a bad name We'll fuck you up for that, bitch, this no fuckin' game Fuck all that shit that they print bro, is toilet paper for the assholes Fuck publications, syndications, music 'Cuz we run the nation
So me alive Bury me Run with the Psychopathic man (Aight) me alive (Bury me alive) Keep it in your clique the outside
With a of buckshot, goddamn they ruthless With a of buckshot, goddamn they ruthless
me alive Run the Psychopathic hatchet man (Aight) Bury me (Bury me alive) Keep it in your clique fuck the
Bury me (Bury me alive) Run with the Psychopathic man (Aight) me alive (Bury me alive) Keep it in clique fuck the outside