ICP (Insane Clown Posse) - Bury Me Alive lyrics

rate me

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

Tour with Limp Bizkit

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 ads bitch

Everyday we startin static

Live with the maggots

Masters of the black magic

My shits for killas

With the Twiztid tats on they backs

My shits for killas

Who walk around with a axe

My shits for killas

Screaming I would rather die

Than see you muthafuckas doin MTV live

You can keep the mainstream life and 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 me why don't you bury me alive

Bury me alive

Run with the Psychopathic hatchet than (Hide)

Bury me alive (Bury me alive)

Keep it in your clique fuck the outside

Strictly for the juggalos

Bitch I thought you knew

Cause we sealing up the mainstream ears with crazy glue

So they can't hear a word we say

We stay Twiztid speak the voodoo

Them bitches wouldn't understand it anyway

Walk with an axe when the sun falls

Talkin through the ouiji board

For predictions of the haulocaust

Give a fuck less about a video or airplay

We stay unedited and scream till they head break

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

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 than (Hide)

Bury me alive (Bury me alive)

Keep it in your clique fuck the outside

With the fury of 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

Perpatrators 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

'Cause we run beneath the nation

So bury me alive

Bury me alive

Run with the Psychopathic hatchet than (Hide)

Bury me alive (Bury me alive)

Keep it in your clique fuck the outside

With a fury of buckshots

Goddamn they ruthless

With a fury of buckshots

Goddamn they ruthless

Bury me alive

Run with the Psychopathic hatchet than (Hide)

Bury me alive (Bury me alive)

Keep it in your clique fuck the outside