Luyện nghe bài hát Insane Killers

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

born serial murderers
Mass murderin' murderers
Bitch, come and meet maker

I'm scary like Jackson up close
I like diggin' up dead bodies, at me I'm gross
My Violent J but you can call me syphilis
Gonorrhea the 'cause I infected this rap

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

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

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

murders, natural born 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

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

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

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

I spit like major cities at 11PM
While zipping bodies in the dungeon 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 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 steam stout
Break both your arms, gun in mouth
Knock your teeth out with the of the fifth
bust through the back of your head ya die swift

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

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

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

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

Mass murders, born 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

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