Music video awards, alright y'all
Teen summit, check it out
Just talked to Alex, Warped Tour
Big things goin' on big things, VH1
First of all I got y'all on Jenny Jones
Tour with Marilyn Manson, Billboard
Where the credits are rolling at the end and shit
Friday night videos, Rolling Stone Magazine
I got y'all on MTV's, Rock and Jock
Summertime, spring break, volleyball, half time tour
Ricki Lake, perform with Limp Biz kit
Right before Coolio dawg
(Big things)
Right before Coolio and right after Mase
That's it right in between and uh, Spin Magazine
I got Blaze on that Real World cast
(Channel 3)
I'm still workin' on y'all for road rules
(I told you)
Lollapalooza
And I got y'all on the cover of Nickelodeon Magazine
I don't give a fuck right, dead face with the eyes white
Intimidate you with my eyesight, I try to hide from the ad's bitch
Everyday we startin' static, live with the maggots
Masters of the black magic, my shit's for killas
With the Twiztid tags on they backs, my shit's for killas
Who walk around with a axe, my shit's for killas
Screaming I would rather die
Than see you muthafuckas doin' MTV live
You can keep the mainstream light in all the hoes
I'm steady cussin' 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 why don't you bury me alive
Bury me alive
Run with the Psychopathic hatchet man
(Aight)
Bury me alive
(Bury me alive)
Keep it in your clique fuck the outside
Bury me alive
(Bury me alive)
Run with the Psychopathic hatchet man
(Aight)
Bury me alive
(Bury me alive)
Keep it in your clique fuck the outside
Strictly for the juggalos, bitch, I thought you knew
'Cuz we sealing up the mainstream ears with crazy glue
So they can't hear a word we say
We stage witches speak of voodoo
Them bitches wouldn't understand it anyway
Walk with an axe when the sun falls
Talkin' through the quiji board
For predictions of the haulocaust
Give a fuck less about a video or airplay
We stay unedited and scream till they head ring
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'll be the shit
If they label us a buzz clip, man fuck that
We deep beneath the underground, 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 to bump it
Go and smack them in they face and then bury me alive
Bury me alive
Run with the Psychopathic hatchet man
(Aight)
Bury me alive
(Bury me alive)
Keep it in your clique fuck the outside
Fire your buckshots, goddamn they ruthless
Fire your buckshots, goddamn they ruthless
This ain't no club scene, so ain't nobody dancin'
I only fuck with the dead and my muthafuckin' advances
Chances are you outta luck when you fuckin' with the killas
Psychopathic fuck it we be the illest, keep it the realest
Like everybody else doing that, I'm in the back in black
Chillin' with a bloody axe
When we attack we have your whole crew shook
You fake hoes know Twiztid wrote the goddamn 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 rida givin' juggalos a bad name
We'll fuck you up for that, bitch, this ain't no fuckin' game
Fuck all that shit that they print bro, magazines is toilet paper
Glorified for the assholes
Fuck publications, syndications, music segregation
'Cuz we run beneath the nation
So bury me alive
Bury me alive
Run with the Psychopathic hatchet man
(Aight)
Bury me alive
(Bury me alive)
Keep it in your clique fuck the outside
Fire your buckshots, goddamn they ruthless
Fire your buckshots, goddamn they ruthless
Bury me alive
Run with the Psychopathic hatchet man
(Aight)
Bury me alive
(Bury me alive)
Keep it in your clique fuck the outside
Bury me alive
(Bury me alive)
Run with the Psychopathic hatchet man
(Aight)
Bury me alive
(Bury me alive)
Keep it in your clique fuck the outside