Luyện nghe bài hát Insane Killers

Violent J, Shaggy, Clown Posse, baby, what?
From New York to L.A., Chile to Greece
From New Ghandi to momma
We absolutely no fucks, motha fucka

born serial murderers
Mass mothafuckin' murderers
Bitch, and meet your maker

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

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

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

It's and to murder, you gotta have it in you
It's a dick all up in you although I wouldn't now
Look at us 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
murders, natural born killas
I'm not fuckin'
Icky, icky, ya, ya, icky, icky, ya, ya

This ain't no blair witch, beware
pick your 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 with a mouth of cockroaches
I bring hocus pocus, you're flying away
Like the last days of the loafers

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

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

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

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

wit tha clan, watch what you say
We kill, beep, lyric censor
you with an SK or a AK
Bitch, you die either way

I'm a thoroughbred gun holding weed-head
Cross me bet tomorrow you'll be
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 groove
Brooklyn home of the original gun
Gats get brung, niggas get
lose fathers and mothers lose sons, I'm a killer

Mass murders, born killas
I'm not fuckin'
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 must come to us all
But how horrible to be alive
From the darkness they shuffle eyes with death
Hands for blood

murders, natural born killas
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

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