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 your
We absolutely no fucks, motha fucka

Natural born serial
Mass mothafuckin' murderin'
Bitch, come and meet your

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

You wanna know if I could kill somebody
Well, like 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 to kill Rob Van Winkle, in fact that's how we met
I went up to him and he was thinkin' the same shit
I out a chainsaw, he pulled out and axe
I was like, "Come on, wait, is a Stanley? Where'd you get that?

It's natural and to murder, you gotta 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 hated group together like woo

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

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

Rap Cujo, ya my flow is ferocious
Last with a mouth full of cockroaches
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 damn right a Stanley
In the shadows of the with Darkman like Spawn
In the dash blazin' it up with bombs

I homicides like major cities at 11PM
zipping bodies 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, born 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

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

Fuckin' wit tha clan, what you say
We kill, beep, lame 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 while you're chillin' with ho
And crack your skull with a of Mo

I'm a Sing-Sing gun groove captain
Brooklyn home of the gun clappin'
Gats get brung, get done
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
Mass murders, natural killas
I'm not fuckin'
Icky, icky, ya, ya, icky, icky, ya, ya

To die is a that must come to us all
But how horrible to be buried
From the darkness they shuffle eyes glazed with
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 fuckin'
Icky, icky, ya, ya, icky, icky, ya, ya

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