Luyện nghe bài hát Insane Killers

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

Natural born murderers
Mass mothafuckin' murderers
Bitch, come and meet your

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

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

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

natural and to murder, you gotta have it in you
It's like a dick all up in you although I now
Look at us killas
The world playa hated rapper
And the most hated group together woo

Mass murders, natural 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' brain an icepick
me, the V I C E
Well, here's my trilogy, I'm captivity

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

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

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

Mass murders, natural 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

me, I'll run in your house
Like puffin' steam
Break your 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, what you say
We kill, beep, lyric censor
Shoot you an SK or a AK
Bitch, you die either way

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

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

murders, natural born 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

To die is a fate that must to us all
But how horrible to be buried
From the darkness they shuffle eyes glazed with
clawing for blood

Mass murders, natural born
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

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