Twiztid - Bury Me Alive lyrics
[Twiztid - Bury Me Alive lyrics]
I don't give a fuck, right
Dead face with the eyes white
Intimidate you with my eyesight
I'm trying to hide from the average
Everyday we starting static
Live with the maggots
Masters of the black magic
My shit's for killers with the
Twiztid tats on they backs
My shit's for killers who walk
Around with a axe
My shit's for killers screaming
I would rather die
Then see you mother fucker doing MTV live
You can keep the mainstream life
And all the ho's
I'm steady cussing in videos for Juggalos
I'm underground where the dead don't sleep
Keep us a secret to the world
And watch the posse increase
So if you feel me why
Don't you bury me alive?
Bury me alive (bury me alive)
Run with the Psychopathic hatchetman, right
Bury me Alive (bury me alive)
Keep it in yo clique, fuck the outside
Strictly for the Juggalos
Bitch I thought you knew
'Cause we sealing up the mainstream
Ears with Krazy Glue
So they can't hear a word we say
We stage witches
Spit the voodoo them bitches
Wouldn't understand it, anyway
Walk with an axe when the sun falls
Talking to the ouija board for
Predictions of the holocaust
Give a fuck less about a video or airplay
We stay unedited and scream
'til the head break
This is your shit, it was made for you
Don't let the radio influence you and
Tell you what to listen to
And everyone at MTV can suck my dick
Telling me we'll be the shit if
They labeled us a buzz clip
Man fuck that, we be beneath the ground
We rose with the hatchet
You can hear the wicked sound
In your eardrums
Don't let the others get a taste
And if they start bump it
Go and smack them in the face
And then bury me alive
"With a fury of buckshots
God Damn they ruthless"
This ain't no club shit
So ain't nobody dancing
I only fuck with the dead
And my mother fucking advances chances are
You out of luck when you
Fucking with the killers
Psychopathic, fuck it we be the illest
Keep it the realist
Like everybody else doing that
I'm in the back in black
Chilling with the bloody axe
When we attack, we have your whole crew shook
You fake ho's know Twiztid wrote
The god damn book
And I don't give a fuck
Perpetrators you can suck my nuts
Say you bought the album
But don't know a single cut
You's a bandwagon rider giving
Juggalos a bad name
We'll fuck you up for that
Bitch this ain't no fucking game
Fuck all that shit that the print wrote
Magazines is toilet paper
Glorified for the assholes
Fuck publication, syndication
Music segregation
'Cause we run beneath the nation
So bury me alive
"With a fury of buckshots
God Damn they ruthless"
Dead face with the eyes white
Intimidate you with my eyesight
I'm trying to hide from the average
Everyday we starting static
Live with the maggots
Masters of the black magic
My shit's for killers with the
Twiztid tats on they backs
My shit's for killers who walk
Around with a axe
My shit's for killers screaming
I would rather die
Then see you mother fucker doing MTV live
You can keep the mainstream life
And all the ho's
I'm steady cussing in videos for Juggalos
I'm underground where the dead don't sleep
Keep us a secret to the world
And watch the posse increase
So if you feel me why
Don't you bury me alive?
Bury me alive (bury me alive)
Run with the Psychopathic hatchetman, right
Bury me Alive (bury me alive)
Keep it in yo clique, fuck the outside
Strictly for the Juggalos
Bitch I thought you knew
'Cause we sealing up the mainstream
Ears with Krazy Glue
So they can't hear a word we say
We stage witches
Spit the voodoo them bitches
Wouldn't understand it, anyway
Walk with an axe when the sun falls
Talking to the ouija board for
Predictions of the holocaust
Give a fuck less about a video or airplay
We stay unedited and scream
'til the head break
This is your shit, it was made for you
Don't let the radio influence you and
Tell you what to listen to
And everyone at MTV can suck my dick
Telling me we'll be the shit if
They labeled us a buzz clip
Man fuck that, we be beneath the ground
We rose with the hatchet
You can hear the wicked sound
In your eardrums
Don't let the others get a taste
And if they start bump it
Go and smack them in the face
And then bury me alive
"With a fury of buckshots
God Damn they ruthless"
This ain't no club shit
So ain't nobody dancing
I only fuck with the dead
And my mother fucking advances chances are
You out of luck when you
Fucking with the killers
Psychopathic, fuck it we be the illest
Keep it the realist
Like everybody else doing that
I'm in the back in black
Chilling with the bloody axe
When we attack, we have your whole crew shook
You fake ho's know Twiztid wrote
The god damn book
And I don't give a fuck
Perpetrators you can suck my nuts
Say you bought the album
But don't know a single cut
You's a bandwagon rider giving
Juggalos a bad name
We'll fuck you up for that
Bitch this ain't no fucking game
Fuck all that shit that the print wrote
Magazines is toilet paper
Glorified for the assholes
Fuck publication, syndication
Music segregation
'Cause we run beneath the nation
So bury me alive
"With a fury of buckshots
God Damn they ruthless"