Luyện nghe bài hát Insane Killers

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

Natural born serial
Mass murderin' murderers
Bitch, and meet your maker

I'm like Michael 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 clap 'cause I this rap

You wanna know if I could 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 only 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? Where'd you get

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

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

This ain't no blair witch, beware
I'll pick your motherfuckin' with an icepick
me, the V I C E
Well, here's my trilogy, I'm outta

Rap Cujo, ya my flow is ferocious
Last survivor with a mouth full of
I bring this hocus pocus, you're flying
Like the last of the motherfuckin' loafers

I'm the redneck in the moshpit, two come in handy
To Violent 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 major cities at 11PM
While zipping bodies in the dungeon like the at GM
Ice mixed with is the killers milkshake
Here with the clowns from the underground it's a lyrical break

Mass murders, born killas
I'm not fuckin'
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
Like steam stout
Break both arms, gun in your mouth
Knock your teeth out with the of the fifth
Bullets bust the back of your head ya die swift

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

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

I'm a Sing-Sing killer gun groove
Brooklyn home of the original gun
Gats get brung, get done
Sons fathers and mothers lose sons, I'm a killer

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

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

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

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