Luyện nghe bài hát Bury Me Alive

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

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

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

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

Who around with a axe, my shit's for killas
I would rather 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 where the dead don't sleep
Keep us a secret to the world and watch the posse
So if you why don't you bury me alive

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

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

We stay unedited and scream till they ring
is your shit, it was made for you
Don't let the radio you and tell you what to listen to
And everyone at MTV can suck my dick, tellin' me be the shit
If they label us a 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 taste and if they to bump it
Go and smack them in they face and then bury me

me alive
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 With a flurry of buckshot, goddamn ruthless
This no club 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 doing that, I'm in the in black
Chillin' with a axe
When we attack we your whole crew shook

You fake hoes know wrote the goddamn book
And I don't a fuck, perpetrators you can suck my nuts
Say you bought the album but don't know a cut
You's a bandwagon givin' juggalos a bad name
We'll fuck you up for that, bitch, this ain't no game
Fuck all that shit that print bro, magazines is toilet paper
for the assholes
Fuck publications, syndications, segregation
'Cuz we run beneath the

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

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

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

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