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We ain''t underground by accidentThere''s only a select few that can handle thisFreek shitApparition of a poltergeistBlessed with heartBut is cold as ice and broken twiceNow I walk with an axeDressed in all jet black with contactsStraight maniacWarlock, Samhain and Salem''s LotSail through the hour glass ticking of the clock If you don''t know by now it''s too lateWe the most serious thing on the market since date rapeWe the deadWe don''t explain or feel pain, beserkoKeep it underground to maintainBitch you better checknutsI''m doing voodoo in 66 in 6 monthsRidin'' in a digged out hearse with gold spokesPuffin'' on 2 ton blunt with dead folks and it''s like that Axe Murderers, we don''t dieSerial Killas, we don''t dieFreeks of the Night, we don''t dieWe get high, we don''t die Coming up outta the groundFrom the underground covered of dirtKeep away from the mainstream loverJust want somebody to move and get hurtGot your hole up dug deep in the dirtCan''t hurt? What bitch muthafuckas makin'' love to the press?With a bitch name tattoed on your chestMe and muthafuckin'' madrox, hauntin'' the jointBringin'' death to the people who don''t get the pointWe dont die Uh huh, we keep it realJust like a seven dollar bill Voice my opinion regardless on how you feelFreek shitIt ain''t about being richIt''s about juggalos who runnin'' with lunaticsAs long as y''all rock this we won''t quitWe do it all for y''all, I mean that shitEveryone of y''all means everything to meWe breathe for y''all, that''s why we call it the family Axe Murderers, we don''t dieSerial Killas, we don''t dieFreeks of the Night, we don''t dieWe get high, we don''t die Try to explain the element mySelf inflicted painWere not positive, upliftedFuck you, walk a mile in our shoesExperience hard times and payin'' helly duesFreek shitWhat I live what I breathCasted out, lean necks, like he''s deceasedStill trying to ban our soundCuz supposedly it would be resurrectedThe dead from the hallow ground You in the dead zone, 10 points for usYou smellin'' cigarette smokes right before your lungsPlus, you can''t trust himBut I can bust him in halfSit back and laugh for all the shit I didCan you do that?Could you school that?Better yet, I''m a wigged serial killaType war deathFreekshow, different from the restBut I, love it thoughPut you to the test (x4)Axe Murderers, we don''t dieSerial Killas, we don''t dieFreeks of the Night, we don''t dieWe get high, we don''t die