Luyện nghe bài hát Insane Killers

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

Natural serial murderers
Mass mothafuckin' murderin'
Bitch, come and meet maker

I'm scary like Jackson up close
I like up dead bodies, look 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 ever somebody
Well, that's like askin' Charlie Manson if he's ever been in
I kill family, friends, myself,
Yeah, I'd kill myself if I only survive

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

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

Mass murders, natural 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

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

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

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

I spit homicides like cities at 11PM
zipping bodies in the dungeon like the line at GM
Ice mixed blood is the killers milkshake
with the clowns from the underground it's a lyrical death break

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

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

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

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

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

Mass murders, born killas
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 that must come to us all
But how horrible to be alive
the darkness they shuffle eyes glazed with death
Hands clawing for

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

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