Lyrics:

We ain''t underground by accident**lf**There''s only a select few that can handle this**lf**Freek shit**lf**Apparition of a poltergeist**lf**Blessed with heart**lf**But is cold as ice and broken twice**lf**Now I walk with an axe**lf**Dressed in all jet black with contacts**lf**Straight maniac**lf**Warlock, Samhain and Salem''s Lot**lf**Sail through the hour glass ticking of the clock **lf****lf**If you don''t know by now it''s too late**lf**We the most serious thing on the market since date rape**lf**We the dead**lf**We don''t explain or feel pain, beserko**lf**Keep it underground to maintain**lf**Bitch you better checknuts**lf**I''m doing voodoo in 66 in 6 months**lf**Ridin'' in a digged out hearse with gold spokes**lf**Puffin'' on 2 ton blunt with dead folks and it''s like that **lf****lf**Axe Murderers, we don''t die**lf**Serial Killas, we don''t die**lf**Freeks of the Night, we don''t die**lf**We get high, we don''t die **lf****lf**Coming up outta the ground**lf**From the underground covered of dirt**lf**Keep away from the mainstream lover**lf**Just want somebody to move and get hurt**lf**Got your hole up dug deep in the dirt**lf**Can''t hurt? **lf**What bitch muthafuckas makin'' love to the press?**lf**With a bitch name tattoed on your chest**lf**Me and muthafuckin'' madrox, hauntin'' the joint**lf**Bringin'' death to the people who don''t get the point**lf**We dont die **lf****lf**Uh huh, we keep it real**lf**Just like a seven dollar bill **lf**Voice my opinion regardless on how you feel**lf**Freek shit**lf**It ain''t about being rich**lf**It''s about juggalos who runnin'' with lunatics**lf**As long as y''all rock this we won''t quit**lf**We do it all for y''all, I mean that shit**lf**Everyone of y''all means everything to me**lf**We breathe for y''all, that''s why we call it the family **lf****lf**Axe Murderers, we don''t die**lf**Serial Killas, we don''t die**lf**Freeks of the Night, we don''t die**lf**We get high, we don''t die **lf****lf**Try to explain the element my**lf**Self inflicted pain**lf**Were not positive, uplifted**lf**Fuck you, walk a mile in our shoes**lf**Experience hard times and payin'' helly dues**lf**Freek shit**lf**What I live what I breath**lf**Casted out, lean necks, like he''s deceased**lf**Still trying to ban our sound**lf**Cuz supposedly it would be resurrected**lf**The dead from the hallow ground **lf****lf**You in the dead zone, 10 points for us**lf**You smellin'' cigarette smokes right before your lungs**lf**Plus, you can''t trust him**lf**But I can bust him in half**lf**Sit back and laugh for all the shit I did**lf**Can you do that?**lf**Could you school that?**lf**Better yet, I''m a wigged serial killa**lf**Type war death**lf**Freekshow, different from the rest**lf**But I, love it though**lf**Put you to the test **lf****lf**(x4)**lf**Axe Murderers, we don''t die**lf**Serial Killas, we don''t die**lf**Freeks of the Night, we don''t die**lf**We get high, we don''t die