Из альбома: Big Money Hustlas
I don't give a fuck 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 fuckas 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 fuck the outside (2x) Strictly for the juggalos bitch 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 bitches 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 fuck 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 Fuck 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 fuck 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 fuck with the dead and my
motha fuckin chanses Chanses are, you outta luck when you fuckin
with the killers Psychopathic fuck 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 fuck 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 fuck you up for that, bitch this ain't no
fuckin game Fuck all that shit that they print role Magazines, and
toilet paper glorified for the assholes Fuck 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 fuck the outside (2x) With
the barial buckshot God damn they ruthless (2x)