Luyện nghe bài hát Insane Killers

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

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

I'm scary Michael Jackson up close
I diggin' up dead 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 Manson if he's ever been in
I family, friends, myself, what?
Yeah, I'd kill if I could only survive

I tried to kill Rob Van Winkle, in fact how we met
I went up to kill him and he was thinkin' the same
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 natural and to murder, you gotta it in you
It's like a 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, 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

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

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

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

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

Mass murders, natural born
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, run in your house
puffin' steam stout
Break both your arms, gun in mouth
Knock your teeth out the nose of the fifth
Bullets bust through the of your head ya die swift

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

I'm a monster gun holding weed-head
Cross me bet you'll be dead
Catch you at a show while you're chillin' 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, get done
Sons lose 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 around
Icky, icky, ya, ya, icky, icky, ya, ya

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

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

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