Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bury Me Alive , by - Twiztid. Release date: 25.06.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Bury Me Alive |
| I dont give a fuck, right! |
| Dead face with the eyes white |
| Intimidate you with my eyesight |
| Im trying to hide from the average |
| Everyday we startin static |
| Livin 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 the ax |
| My shits for killas screamin I would rather die |
| Then see you motha fuckas doin MTV live |
| You can keep the mainstream life and all the ho’s |
| I’m steady cussin in video’s |
| 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 (Bury me Alive) |
| Run with the Psychopathic Hatchet |
| Then hide! |
| Bury me Alive (Bury me Alive) |
| Keep it in yo clique, fuck the outside |
| Strictly for the juggalos, bitch I thought you knew |
| Cause we sealin up the mainstream ears with krazy glue |
| So they can’t hear a word we say |
| We stay Twiztid, spit the voodoo them bitches wouldn’t understand it, anyway |
| Walk with an axe when the sun falls |
| Talkin to the Ouija board for predictions of the Holocaust |
| Give a fuck less about a video or airplay |
| We stay unedited and scream till the 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’d be the shit if they labeled us a buzz clip |
| Man fuck that! |
| We be beneath the ground |
| 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 bump it, go on and smack them in the face |
| Then bury me alive |
| «With a fury of buckshots |
| God Damn they ruthless.» |
| 2x |
| This ain’t no club shit, so ain’t nobody dancin' |
| I only fuck with the dead and my motha fuckin advances |
| Chances are, you outta luck when you fuckin' with the killas |
| Psychopathic, fuck it we be the illest |
| Keep it the realist |
| Like everybody else doin that |
| I’m in the back in black, chillin with the bloody ax |
| When we attack |
| We have your whole crew shook |
| You fake ho’s know, Twiztid wrote the god damn book |
| And I dont give a fuck |
| Perpetrators you can suck my nuts |
| Say you bought the album, but dont know a single cut |
| You’s a bandwagon rida 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 the print wrote |
| Magazines is toilet paper, glorified for the assholes |
| Fuck Publication |
| Syndication |
| Music Segregation |
| Cause we run beneath the nation |
| So bury me alive |
| «With a fury of buckshots |
| God Damn they ruthless.» |
| 2x |