Luyện nghe bài hát Insane Killers

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

Natural serial murderers
mothafuckin' murderin' murderers
Bitch, come and meet maker

I'm scary like Jackson up close
I like diggin' up dead bodies, look at me I'm
My name's Violent J but you can call me
Gonorrhea the clap I infected this rap

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

I tried to 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 that a Stanley? Where'd you get

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 together like woo

Mass murders, natural killas
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

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 outta

Rap Cujo, ya my flow is ferocious
Last survivor a mouth full of cockroaches
I bring this pocus, you're flying away
the last days 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 shadows of the dark Darkman like Spawn
In the dash blazin' it up with explosive

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

Mass murders, natural born
I'm not fuckin'
Icky, icky, ya, ya, icky, icky, ya, ya
Mass murders, natural born
I'm not fuckin'
Icky, icky, ya, ya, icky, icky, ya, ya

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

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

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

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

murders, natural 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

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

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

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