Luyện nghe bài hát Insane Killers

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

born serial murderers
Mass murderin' murderers
Bitch, and meet your 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
Gonorrhea the clap 'cause I this rap

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

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

It's and to murder, you gotta have it in you
like a dick all up in you although I wouldn't now
Look at us natural
The world most playa 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, natural killas
I'm not around
Icky, icky, ya, ya, icky, icky, ya, ya

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

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

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

I spit homicides like cities at 11PM
While zipping bodies in the like the line at GM
Ice with blood is the killers milkshake
with the clowns 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 killas
I'm not fuckin'
Icky, icky, ya, ya, icky, icky, ya, ya

Disrespect me, run in your house
Like puffin' 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, what you say
We kill, beep, lame censor
Shoot you an SK or a AK
Bitch, you die either way

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

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

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

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

Mass murders, natural 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

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