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Bury Me Alive by Insane Clown Posse 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)