Luyện nghe bài hát Insane Killers

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

Natural serial murderers
Mass mothafuckin' murderin'
Bitch, come and your 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 me syphilis
Gonorrhea the clap I infected this rap

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

I to kill Rob Van Winkle, in fact that's 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 Stanley? you get that?

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

murders, natural 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

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

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

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

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

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

Disrespect me, run in your house
Like steam stout
Break both arms, gun in your mouth
Knock your teeth out the nose of the fifth
Bullets through the back of your head ya die swift

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

I'm a monster thoroughbred gun weed-head
Cross me bet tomorrow 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 gun groove 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 fuckin'
Icky, icky, ya, ya, icky, icky, ya, ya

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

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

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