(Madrox)
We ain't underground by accident
There's only a select few who can handle this
Freak shit
Apparition of a poltergeist
Blessed with a heart
But it's cold as ice
And broken twice
Now I walk with an axe
Dressed in all jet black
With contacts
Straight maniac
Warloc
Samhein and Salem's Lot
Sand through the hourglass
Ticking of the clock
(Monoxide)
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
Bezerko
Keep it underground to maintain
Bitch you'd better check nuts
I'm doing voodoo in the sixty-six in six months
Riding in a digged-out hearse with gold spokes
Puffing on a two-tun blunt with dead folks
And it's like that
Axe murderers
We don't die
Serial killers
We don't die
Freaks of the night
We don't die
We get high
We don't die
(Monoxide)
Coming up out of the underground tunnel I dug
You 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
With you bitch motherfuckers making love to the press
With a bitch name tatted on your chest
Me and motherfucking Madrox
Haunting the joint
Bringing death to the people who don't get the point
(Madrox)
Uh-huh
We unreal
Just like a seven dollar bill
Voice my opinion regardless of how you feel
Freak shit
It ain't about being rich
It's about Juggalos and running with lunatics
And as long as you rock this we won't quit
We do it all for ya'll
I mean that shit
Every one of ya'll means everything to me
We bleed for ya'll
That's why we call it family
Axe murderers
We don't die
Serial killers
We don't die
Freaks of the night
We don't die
We get high
We don't die
(Madrox)
Try to explain the element of my self-inflicted pain
We're not positive and uplifting
Fuck you
Walk a mile in our shoes
Experiencing hard times and paying helly dues
Freak shit
What I live what I breathe
Cast out Mutant-X like it's disease
Still they try to ban our sound
Because it supposedly be resurrecting the dead from under hollow ground
(Monoxide)
You in the dead zone
Ten points for us
You smelling cigarette smoke right before your lungs bust
You can't trust us
But I can bust them in half
And sit back and laugh at all the shit I did
Could you do that
Could you school that
Better yet
I'm the wigged-out serial killer
Type war vet
Freak show
Different from the rest
But I love it so
Put you to the test
Axe murderers
We don't die
Serial killers
We don't die
Freaks of the night
We don't die
We get high
We don't die
Axe murderers
We don't die
Serial killers
We don't die
Freaks of the night
We don't die
We get high
We don't die
Axe murderers
We don't die
Serial killers
We don't die
Freaks of the night
We don't die
We get high
We don't die
Axe murderers
We don't die
Serial killers
We don't die
Freaks of the night
We don't die
We get high
We don't die
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Psychopathic Records Lyrics
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