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