Lyrics Insane Killers.lrc Insane Clown Posse
[id: pshkukhr]
[ar: Insane Clown Posse]
[al: Forgotten Freshness Volume 3]
[ti: Insane Killers]
[length: 04:50]
[00:01.94]Violent J, Shaggy, Insane Clown Posse, baby, what?
[00:06.59]From New York to L.A., from Chile to Greece
[00:12.97]From New Ghandi to your momma
[00:15.78]We gives absolutely no fucks, motha fucka
[00:19.38]Natural born serial murderers
[00:22.50]Mass mothafuckin’ murderin’ murderers
[00:27.13]Bitch, come and meet your maker
[00:30.87]I’m scary like Michael Jackson up close
[00:34.46]I like diggin’ up dead bodies, look at me I’m gross
[00:37.26]My name’s Violent J but you can call me syphilis
[00:39.01]Gonorrhea the clap ’cause I infected this rap
[00:41.74]You wanna know if I could ever kill somebody
[00:44.52]Well, that’s like askin’ Charlie Manson if he’s ever been in jail
[00:48.27]I kill family, friends, myself, what?
[00:50.91]Yeah, I’d kill myself if I could only survive
[00:53.75]I tried to kill Rob Van Winkle, in fact that’s how we met
[00:56.48]I went up to kill him and he was thinkin’ the same shit
[00:59.23]I pulled out a chainsaw, he pulled out and axe
[01:01.09]I was like, “Come on, wait, is that a Stanley? Where’d you get that?
[01:03.75]It’s natural and to murder, you gotta have it in you
[01:06.56]It’s like a dick all up in you although I wouldn’t now
[01:09.21]Look at us natural killas
[01:11.08]The world most playa hated rapper
[01:11.98]And the most hated group together like woo
[01:13.90]Mass murders, natural born killas
[01:20.21]I’m not fuckin’ around
[01:22.10]Icky, icky, ya, ya, icky, icky, ya, ya
[01:24.92]Mass murders, natural born killas
[01:30.49]I’m not fuckin’ around
[01:33.16]Icky, icky, ya, ya, icky, icky, ya, ya
[01:35.02]This ain’t no blair witch, beware bitch
[01:38.73]I’ll pick your motherfuckin’ brain with an icepick
[01:41.45]Remember me, the V I C E
[01:44.20]Well, here’s my trilogy, I’m outta captivity
[01:46.91]Rap Cujo, ya know my flow is ferocious
[01:49.74]Last survivor with a mouth full of cockroaches
[01:52.50]I bring this hocus pocus, you’re flying away
[01:54.34]Like the last days of the motherfuckin’ loafers
[01:57.12]I’m the redneck in the moshpit, two axes come in handy
[01:59.87]To answer Violent J, ya damn right it’s a Stanley
[02:02.61]In the shadows of the dark with Darkman like Spawn
[02:05.33]In the dash blazin’ it up with explosive bombs
[02:08.12]I spit homicides like major cities at 11PM
[02:09.93]While zipping bodies in the dungeon like the line at GM
[02:12.62]Ice mixed with blood is the killers milkshake
[02:15.44]Here with the clowns from the underground it’s a lyrical death break
[02:19.19]Mass murders, natural born killas
[02:23.70]I’m not fuckin’ around
[02:31.19]Icky, icky, ya, ya, icky, icky, ya, ya
[02:32.08]Mass murders, natural born killas
[02:35.75]I’m not fuckin’ around
[02:37.54]Icky, icky, ya, ya, icky, icky, ya, ya
[02:40.29]Disrespect me, I’ll run in your house
[02:42.14]Like puffin’ steam stout
[02:43.91]Break both your arms, gun in your mouth
[02:45.79]Knock your teeth out with the nose of the fifth
[02:48.55]Bullets bust through the back of your head ya die swift
[02:51.22]Fuckin’ wit tha clan, watch what you say
[02:53.12]We kill, beep, lame lyric censor
[02:58.64]Shoot you with an SK or a AK
[02:59.58]Bitch, you gonna die either way
[03:02.34]I’m a monster thoroughbred gun holding weed-head
[03:05.08]Cross me bet tomorrow you’ll be dead
[03:07.74]Catch you at a show while you’re chillin’ with your ho
[03:09.64]And crack your skull with a bottle of Mo
[03:12.49]I’m a Sing-Sing killer gun groove captain
[03:15.19]Brooklyn home of the original gun clappin’
[03:17.95]Gats get brung, niggas get done
[03:20.64]Sons lose fathers and mothers lose sons, I’m a killer
[03:24.31]Mass murders, natural born killas
[03:28.93]I’m not fuckin’ around
[03:30.76]Icky, icky, ya, ya, icky, icky, ya, ya
[03:34.45]Mass murders, natural born killas
[03:39.95]I’m not fuckin’ around
[03:42.60]Icky, icky, ya, ya, icky, icky, ya, ya
[03:44.56]To die is a fate that must come to us all
[03:55.50]But how horrible to be buried alive
[03:59.29]From the darkness they shuffle eyes glazed with death
[04:04.76]Hands clawing for blood
[04:06.68]Mass murders, natural born killas
[04:12.17]I’m not fuckin’ around
[04:13.92]Icky, icky, ya, ya, icky, icky, ya, ya
[04:16.62]Mass murders, natural born killas
[04:22.17]I’m not fuckin’ around
[04:26.76]Icky, icky, ya, ya, icky, icky, ya, ya
[04:27.64]Mass murders, natural born killas
[04:32.26]Icky, icky, ya, ya, icky, icky, ya, ya
[04:38.61]Mass murders, natural born killas
[04:42.36]Year of Release: 2001