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 no fucks, motha fucka

Natural born murderers
Mass mothafuckin' murderin'
Bitch, come and your maker

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

You wanna know if I could ever kill
Well, that's like askin' Charlie Manson if ever been in jail
I kill family, friends, myself,
Yeah, I'd myself if I could only 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 same
I out a chainsaw, he pulled out and axe
I was like, "Come on, wait, is a Stanley? Where'd you get that?

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

Mass murders, natural born
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 ain't no blair witch, beware
I'll pick your motherfuckin' with an icepick
me, the V I C E
Well, my trilogy, I'm outta 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 days of the motherfuckin'

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

I spit homicides like major cities at
While zipping in the dungeon like the line at GM
Ice mixed with blood is the milkshake
Here with the from the underground it's a lyrical death break

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

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

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

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

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

Mass murders, natural killas
I'm not fuckin'
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 that must come to us all
But how to be buried alive
From the darkness they shuffle eyes glazed death
Hands clawing for

Mass murders, natural born
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

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