Luyện nghe bài hát Insane Killers

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

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

I'm scary like Michael Jackson up
I diggin' 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 kill somebody
Well, that's askin' Charlie Manson if he's ever been in jail
I kill family, friends, myself,
Yeah, I'd myself if I could 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 shit
I pulled out a chainsaw, he out and axe
I was like, "Come on, wait, is that a Stanley? Where'd you get

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

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

Rap Cujo, ya know my is ferocious
Last survivor with a mouth full of
I bring this hocus pocus, flying away
the last days 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 of the dark with Darkman like 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 from the it's a lyrical death break

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

Disrespect me, I'll run in house
Like puffin' stout
Break your arms, gun in your mouth
your teeth out with 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, lyric censor
Shoot you an SK or a AK
Bitch, you die either way

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

I'm a Sing-Sing killer gun groove
Brooklyn home of the gun clappin'
Gats get brung, niggas get
Sons lose 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, natural born
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 buried
From the darkness shuffle eyes glazed with death
clawing for blood

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

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