insane clown posse – bury me alive lyrics
i don’t give a f-ck right dead face with the eyes white intimidate you
with my eye sight i try and hide from the average every day we start
from static live with the maggots, m-sses with the black magic my
sh-ts for killers with the twiztid tags on they backs my sh-ts for
killers who walk around with an axe my sh-ts for killers that
screamin i would rather die then see you motha f-ckas doin mtv
live you can keep the main streem light and all the hoes i’m steady
cussin in videos for juggalos i’m underground were the dead don’t
sleep keep us a secret to the world and watch the posse creep so if
you feel me why don’t you bury me alive bury me alive run with the
psychopathic hatchet man bury me alive, bury me alive keep it in
your clique f-ck the outside (2x) strictly for the juggalos b-tch i
thought you knew cuz we sealin up the mainstreem ears with krazy
glue so they can’t hear a word we say we stay with the stages
voodoo them b-tches wouldn’t understand it anyway walk with an
axe when the sun falls talkin through the oijue board for
predictions of the holocaust give a f-ck less about a video or air
play we stayin under here and screamin at they head grave this is
your sh-t 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 d-ck
tellin me we’d be the sh-t if they labeled up a buzz clip f-ck that, we
be beneath the underground we role with the hatchet you can hear
the wicked sound in your ear drums, don’t let the others get a taste
and if they start to b-mp it then smack ’em in the face and then bury
me alive, bury me alive run with the psychopathic hatchet man bury
me alive, bury me alive keep it in your clique f-ck the outside (2x)
with the barial buckshot god d-mn they ruthless (2x) this ain’t no
club so their ain’t n-body dancin i only f-ck with the dead and my
motha f-ckin chanses chanses are, you outta luck when you f-ckin
with the killers psychopathic f-ck you we be the illest keepin the
realist like everybody else who in that i’m in the back in black
chillin with a thirty pack when we attack we have your whole crew
show yo fake hoes know twiztid wrote the god d-mn joke and i don’t
give a f-ck perpetraders you can suck my nut say you want the
alb-m but don’t know a single cut you a band wagon rider givin
juggalo’s a bad name we’ll f-ck you up for that, b-tch this ain’t no
f-ckin game f-ck all that sh-t that they print role magazines, and
toilet paper glorified for the -ssholes f-ck publication, sindication
music segregation, cuz we run underneath the nation so bury me
alive, bury me alive run with the psychopathic hatchet man bury me
alive, bury me alive keep it in your clique f-ck the outside (2x) with
the barial buckshot god d-mn they ruthless (2x)
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