Insane Clown Posse - Bury Me Alive Lyrics
I don't give a ***** 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, masses with the black magic My shits for killers with the twiztid tags on they backs My shits for killers who walk around with an axe My shits for killers that screamin I would rather die Then see you motha *****as 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 ***** the outside (2x) Strictly for the juggalos ***** 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 *****es 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 ***** less about a video or air play We stayin under here and screamin at they head grave 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 Tellin me we'd be the shit if they labeled up a buzz clip ***** 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 bump 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 ***** the outside (2x) With the barial buckshot God damn they ruthless (2x) This ain't no club so their ain't nobody dancin I only ***** with the dead and my motha *****in chanses Chanses are, you outta luck when you *****in with the killers Psychopathic ***** 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 damn joke And I don't give a ***** perpetraders you can suck my nut Say you want the album but don't know a single cut You a band wagon rider givin juggalo's a bad name We'll ***** you up for that, ***** this ain't no *****in game ***** all that shit that they print role Magazines, and toilet paper glorified for the *****s ***** 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 ***** the outside (2x) With the barial buckshot God damn they ruthless (2x)
