Luyện nghe bài hát Insane Killers

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

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

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

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

I to kill Rob Van Winkle, in fact 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 that a Stanley? you get that?

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

Mass murders, born 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

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

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

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

Mass murders, 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

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

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

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

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

Mass murders, natural born
I'm not fuckin'
Icky, icky, ya, ya, icky, icky, ya, ya
murders, natural 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 horrible to be alive
From the darkness they shuffle glazed with death
clawing for blood

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

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