Luyện nghe bài hát Insane Killers

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

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

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

You wanna know if I could ever kill
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 could survive

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

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

murders, natural born killas
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

ain't no blair witch, beware bitch
I'll pick your brain with an icepick
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 bring this hocus pocus, you're away
Like the last days of the motherfuckin'

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

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

murders, natural 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, run in your house
Like puffin' steam
Break both your arms, gun in mouth
Knock your teeth out with the nose of the
Bullets bust through the back of your ya die swift

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

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

I'm a Sing-Sing killer gun groove
Brooklyn of the original gun clappin'
get brung, niggas get done
Sons lose and mothers lose 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 fate must come to us all
But how horrible to be buried
From the darkness they shuffle eyes glazed with
clawing for blood

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