Music video awards, alright Teen summit, it out Just to Alex, Warped Tour Big things on big things, VH1 First of all I got y'all on Jones Tour with Marilyn Manson, the credits are rolling at the end and shit Friday night videos, Rolling Stone
I got on MTV's, Rock and Jock Summertime, spring break, volleyball, half tour Ricki Lake, perform with Biz kit Right before dawg (Big things) before Coolio 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, face with the eyes white, Intimidate you my eyesight, I try to hide from the average Everyday we static, live with the maggots of the black magic, my shit's for killas With the Twiztid tags on they backs, my for killas
Who walk around with a axe, my for killas I would rather die Than see you doin' MTV live You can the mainstream light in all the hoes I'm steady in videos for juggalos I'm underground where the don't sleep Keep us a to the world and watch the posse increase So if you feel why you bury me alive
me alive Run the Psychopathic hatchet man (Aight) Bury me (Bury me alive) Keep it in your clique the outside
Bury me (Bury me alive) Run with the Psychopathic man (Aight) Bury me (Bury me alive) Keep it in your fuck the outside
for the juggalos, bitch, I thought you knew 'Cuz we up the mainstream ears with crazy glue So can't hear a word we say We stage witches speak of Them bitches wouldn't it anyway Walk an axe when the sun falls Talkin' the quiji board For predictions of the a fuck less about a video or airplay
We stay unedited and scream they head ring is your shit, it was made for you Don't let the radio influence you and tell you to listen to And at MTV can suck my dick, tellin' me we'll be the shit If they label us a buzz clip, man fuck We deep the underground, we rose with the hatchet You can the wicked sound in your eardrums let the others get a taste and if they start to bump it Go and smack them in they face and then bury me
me alive Run with the hatchet man (Aight) me alive (Bury me alive) Keep it in your clique fuck the
With a flurry of buckshot, goddamn they ruthless With a flurry of buckshot, goddamn ruthless 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 fuckin' with the Psychopathic fuck it we be the illest, keep it the everybody else doing that, I'm in the back in black Chillin' a bloody axe When we we have your whole crew shook
You fake hoes know Twiztid the goddamn book And I don't a fuck, perpetrators you can suck my nuts Say you bought the album but know a single cut You's a bandwagon rida givin' juggalos a bad fuck you up for that, bitch, this ain't no fuckin' game Fuck all that shit they print bro, magazines is toilet paper for the assholes Fuck publications, syndications, segregation 'Cuz we run beneath the
So bury me Bury me Run the Psychopathic hatchet man (Aight) Bury me (Bury me alive) Keep it in your clique the outside
With a flurry of buckshot, goddamn ruthless With a flurry of buckshot, goddamn ruthless
me alive Run with the hatchet man (Aight) Bury me (Bury me alive) Keep it in your fuck the outside
Bury me (Bury me alive) Run with the Psychopathic man (Aight) Bury me (Bury me alive) it in your clique fuck the outside