Luyện nghe bài hát Insane Killers

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

Natural born murderers
mothafuckin' murderin' murderers
Bitch, and meet your maker

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

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

I tried to kill Rob Van Winkle, in fact 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 natural
The world most playa rapper
And the most hated group 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 ain't no blair witch, bitch
I'll pick motherfuckin' 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 a mouth full of cockroaches
I bring this hocus pocus, you're away
Like the days of the motherfuckin' loafers

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

I spit homicides major cities at 11PM
zipping bodies in the dungeon like the line at GM
Ice mixed with blood is the killers
Here with the clowns from the underground it's a 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 around
Icky, icky, ya, ya, icky, icky, ya, ya

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

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

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

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

Mass murders, born 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

To die is a that must come to us all
But how horrible to be alive
From the darkness they shuffle eyes with death
clawing for blood

Mass murders, born 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

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