Luyện nghe bài hát Insane Killers

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

Natural born serial
Mass mothafuckin' murderers
Bitch, come and meet maker

I'm scary like Jackson up close
I diggin' up dead 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 kill somebody
Well, that's like Charlie Manson if he's ever been in jail
I family, friends, myself, what?
Yeah, I'd kill myself if I could only

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 Stanley? you get that?

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

This no blair witch, beware 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 know my is ferocious
Last survivor with a mouth full of
I bring this hocus pocus, flying away
Like the last of the motherfuckin' loafers

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

I spit homicides like major cities at
While bodies in the dungeon like the line at GM
Ice mixed blood is the killers milkshake
Here with the clowns from the underground a lyrical death break

Mass murders, natural born
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

Disrespect me, I'll run in house
Like steam stout
Break both arms, gun in your mouth
Knock your out with the nose of the fifth
Bullets bust through the back of your ya die swift

wit tha clan, watch what you say
We kill, beep, lame lyric
Shoot you 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 while you're chillin' your ho
And crack your skull with a of Mo

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

Mass murders, natural born
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 fate that must to us all
But how horrible to be buried
From the darkness they shuffle eyes glazed death
Hands clawing for

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

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