Luyện nghe bài hát Insane Killers

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

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

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
the clap 'cause I infected this rap

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

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

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

Mass murders, natural born
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

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

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

I'm the in the moshpit, two axes come in handy
To answer Violent J, ya right 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 bodies in the dungeon like the line at GM
Ice mixed with is the killers milkshake
Here with the clowns the underground it's a lyrical death break

Mass murders, natural killas
I'm not fuckin'
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, I'll run in house
Like steam stout
both your arms, gun in your mouth
Knock teeth out with the nose of the fifth
Bullets bust through the back of your head ya die

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

I'm a thoroughbred gun holding weed-head
Cross me bet tomorrow you'll be
you at a show while you're chillin' with your ho
And crack skull 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

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

To die is a that must come to us all
But how horrible to be alive
From the darkness they shuffle glazed with death
Hands clawing for

Mass murders, natural born
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

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