Luyện nghe bài hát Bury Me Alive

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

I got on MTV's, Rock and Jock
Summertime, break, volleyball, half time tour
Ricki Lake, perform Limp Biz kit
Right before dawg
(Big things)
Right before and right after Mase
That's it right in between and uh, Spin
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 of Nickelodeon Magazine
I don't give a fuck right, dead face the eyes white,
Intimidate you with my eyesight, I try to hide the average
Everyday we startin' static, live with the
Masters of the magic, my shit's for killas
With the Twiztid tags on they backs, my for killas

Who around with a axe, my shit's for killas
Screaming I rather die
see you muthafuckas doin' MTV live
You can the mainstream light in all the hoes
I'm steady cussin' in for juggalos
I'm underground where the dead don't
Keep us a secret to the world and the posse increase
So if you why don't you bury me alive

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

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

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

We stay unedited and scream till they ring
is your shit, it was made for you
Don't let the influence you and tell you what to listen to
And everyone at MTV can suck my dick, tellin' me we'll be the
If they label us a clip, man fuck that
We beneath the underground, we rose with the hatchet
You can the wicked sound in your eardrums
Don't let the others get a taste and if they to bump it
Go and smack them in they face and bury me alive

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

With a flurry of buckshot, goddamn they ruthless With a flurry of buckshot, goddamn they
This ain't no club scene, so ain't dancin'
I only fuck with the dead and my advances
Chances are you outta luck when you with the killas
Psychopathic fuck it we be the illest, it the realest
Like everybody doing that, I'm in the back in black
with a bloody axe
When we attack we have your whole crew

You fake hoes know Twiztid wrote the book
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 bandwagon givin' juggalos a bad name
fuck you up for that, bitch, this ain't no fuckin' game
Fuck all that shit that they print bro, magazines is paper
Glorified for the
publications, syndications, music segregation
'Cuz we run the nation

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

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

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

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