Luyện nghe bài hát Insane Killers

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

ain't no blair witch, beware bitch
I'll pick your motherfuckin' brain with an
me, the V I C E
Well, my trilogy, I'm outta captivity

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

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

I spit homicides like major cities at
While zipping bodies in the dungeon like the at GM
Ice mixed with is the killers milkshake
with the clowns from the underground it's a lyrical death break

Mass murders, natural 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

Disrespect me, run in your house
Like puffin' steam
both your arms, gun in your mouth
Knock your teeth out with the of the fifth
Bullets bust through the back of your ya die swift

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

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

I'm a killer gun groove captain
Brooklyn home of the gun clappin'
Gats get brung, niggas get
Sons fathers and mothers lose sons, I'm a killer

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

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

Mass murders, natural born
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

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