Luyện nghe bài hát Insane Killers

Violent J, Shaggy, Insane Clown Posse, baby,
From New York to L.A., Chile to Greece
From New to your momma
We gives absolutely no fucks, fucka

Natural serial murderers
Mass murderin' murderers
Bitch, come and meet your

I'm scary like Jackson up close
I like diggin' up dead bodies, at me I'm gross
My name's Violent J but you can call me
Gonorrhea the 'cause I infected this rap

You know if I could ever kill somebody
Well, that's like askin' Charlie Manson if he's ever in jail
I family, friends, myself, what?
Yeah, I'd kill myself if I could survive

I tried to kill Rob Van Winkle, in that's how we met
I went up to kill him and he was thinkin' the same
I pulled out a chainsaw, he out and axe
I was like, "Come on, wait, is that a Stanley? you get that?

It's natural and to murder, you gotta it in you
It's a dick all up in you although I wouldn't now
Look at us natural
The world most playa hated
And the most hated group together woo

Mass murders, natural killas
I'm not fuckin'
Icky, icky, ya, ya, icky, icky, ya, ya
murders, natural born killas
I'm not fuckin'
Icky, icky, ya, ya, icky, icky, ya, ya

ain't no blair witch, beware bitch
I'll pick your motherfuckin' brain an icepick
me, the V I C E
Well, my trilogy, I'm outta captivity

Rap Cujo, ya know my flow is
Last with a mouth full of cockroaches
I bring this hocus pocus, flying away
Like the last days of the motherfuckin'

I'm the in the moshpit, two axes come in handy
To answer J, ya damn right it's a Stanley
In the shadows of the dark with like Spawn
In the dash blazin' it up explosive bombs

I spit homicides like major cities at
zipping bodies in the dungeon like the line at GM
Ice mixed with blood is the milkshake
Here with the clowns from the underground it's a death break

Mass murders, natural killas
I'm not around
Icky, icky, ya, ya, icky, icky, ya, ya
Mass murders, natural killas
I'm not fuckin'
Icky, icky, ya, ya, icky, icky, ya, ya

Disrespect me, I'll run in house
puffin' steam stout
Break your arms, gun in your mouth
Knock teeth out with the nose of the fifth
Bullets bust through the back of head ya die swift

Fuckin' wit tha clan, watch you say
We kill, beep, lyric censor
Shoot you an SK or a AK
Bitch, you gonna die way

I'm a monster thoroughbred gun weed-head
Cross me bet you'll be dead
Catch you at a show you're chillin' with your ho
And crack your skull a bottle of Mo

I'm a Sing-Sing killer gun captain
home of the original gun clappin'
Gats get brung, niggas get
Sons lose fathers and lose sons, I'm a killer

murders, natural born killas
I'm not around
Icky, icky, ya, ya, icky, icky, ya, ya
Mass murders, natural born
I'm not fuckin'
Icky, icky, ya, ya, icky, icky, ya, ya

To die is a fate that must to us all
But how to be buried alive
From the darkness they shuffle eyes with death
Hands for blood

Mass murders, natural killas
I'm not fuckin'
Icky, icky, ya, ya, icky, icky, ya, ya
Mass murders, born killas
I'm not around
Icky, icky, ya, ya, icky, icky, ya, ya

Mass murders, born killas
Icky, icky, ya, ya, icky, icky, ya, ya
Mass murders, natural born