We Don't Die

We ain't underground by accident

There's only a select few that can handle this

Freek shit

Apparition of a poltergeist

Blessed with heart

But is cold as ice and broken twice

Now I walk with an axe

Dressed in all jet black with contacts

Straight maniac

Warlock, Samhain and Salem's Lot

Sand through the hour glass ticking of the clock

If you don't know by now it's too late

We the most serious thing on the market since date rape

We the dead

We don't explain or feel pain, beserko

Keep it underground to maintain

Bitch you better checknuts

I'm doing voodoo in 66 in 6 months

Ridin' in a digged out hearse with gold spokes

Puffin' on 2 ton blunt with dead folks and it's like that

Axe Murderers, we don't die

Serial Killas, we don't die

Freeks of the Night, we don't die

We get high, we don't die

Coming up outta the ground

From the underground tunnel of dirt

Keep away from the mainstream lover

Just want somebody to move and get hurt

Got your hole dug deep in the dirt

Can't hurt?

What bitch muthafuckas makin' love to the press?

With a bitch name tatted on your chest

Me and muthafuckin' madrox, hauntin' the joint

Bringin' death to the people who don't get the point

We dont die

Uh huh, we unreal

Just like a seven dollar bill

Voice my opinion regardless on how you feel

Freek shit

It ain't about being rich

It's about juggalos and runnin' with lunatics

As long as y'all rock this we won't quit

We do it all for y'all, I mean that shit

Everyone of y'all means everything to me

We breathe for y'all, that's why we call it the family

Axe Murderers, we don't die

Serial Killas, we don't die

Freeks of the Night, we don't die

We get high, we don't die

It's hard to explain the element my

Self inflicted pain

Were not positive, and upliftin'

Fuck you, walk a mile in our shoes

Experience hard times and payin' helly dues

Freek shit

What I live what I breath

Casted out Mutant X like his disease

Still trying to ban our sound

Cuz supposedly it would be resurrecting

The dead from under hollow ground

You in the dead zone, 10 points for us

You smellin' cigarette smokes right before your lungs bust

Plus, you can't trust him

But I can bust him in half

Sit back and laugh at all the shit I did

Can you do that?

Could you school that?

Better yet, I'm a wigged serial killa

Type war death

Freekshow, different from the rest

But I, love it though

Put you to the test

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Axe Murderers, we don't die

Serial Killas, we don't die

Freeks of the Night, we don't die

We get high, we don't die