Luyện nghe bài hát Insane Killers

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

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

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

You wanna know if I could kill somebody
Well, that's like askin' Charlie Manson if he's ever 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 shit
I pulled out a chainsaw, he out and axe
I was like, "Come on, wait, is a Stanley? Where'd you get that?

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

murders, natural born 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

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

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

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

I spit homicides like major at 11PM
While zipping bodies in the dungeon like the at GM
Ice mixed with blood is the milkshake
Here with the clowns from the underground it's a lyrical break

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

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

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

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

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

Mass murders, natural born
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

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

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

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