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insane clown posse - bury me alive lyrics

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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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