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 absolutely no fucks, motha fucka

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

I'm scary like Michael Jackson up
I like up dead bodies, look 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 like askin' Charlie Manson if he's ever been in
I family, friends, myself, what?
Yeah, I'd myself if I could only survive

I tried to kill Rob Van Winkle, in fact how we met
I went up to 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

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

murders, natural born killas
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

This no blair witch, beware bitch
I'll pick your brain with an icepick
me, the V I C E
Well, here's my trilogy, I'm outta

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

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

I spit homicides like cities at 11PM
While bodies in the dungeon like the line at GM
Ice mixed with blood is the milkshake
Here 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
Mass murders, natural born
I'm not around
Icky, icky, ya, ya, icky, icky, ya, ya

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

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

I'm a killer gun groove captain
home of the original gun clappin'
Gats get brung, get done
Sons lose 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, born killas
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 they shuffle eyes glazed with death
Hands for blood

Mass murders, natural 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
Mass murders, born killas