Artist: Insane Clown Posse Album: Forgotten Freshness Vol. 3 LP (2001) Title: Insane Killers (Featuring V-Ice)
Lyrics Insane Killers (Featuring V-Ice)(Shaggy 2 Dope) Violent J, Shaggy, Insane Clown Posse, baby what From New York to L.A. From Chile to Greece From Uganda to your momma We gives absolutely no fucks Mothafucka Natural born serial slaughterers Mass mothafucking murdering muderers Bitch, come and meet your maker
(Violent J) I'm scary like Michael Jaskson up close I like digging up dead bodies Look at me I'm gross My name's Violent J but you can call me syphillis Gonorrhea or the clap cause I infected this rap You wanna know if I could ever kill somebody Well that's like asking Charlie Manson if he's ever been in jail I kill family, friends, myself What, yeah, I'd kill myself if I could only survive I tried to kill Rob Van Winkle, in fact that's how we met I went up to kill him and he was thinking the same shit I pulled out a chainsaw, he pulled out and axe I was like come-on, wait is that a Stanley, where'd you get that? It's natural and to murder, you gotta have it in you It's like a dick all up in you, although I wouldn't know Look at us natural killas The world most playa hated rapper And the most hated group together like woooo!
(Chorus 2x) Mass murders Natural born killas I'm not fucking around Icky icky ya ya Icky icky ya ya
(V-Ice) This ain't no Blair Witch Beware bitch I'll pick ur motherfucking brain with an icepick Remember me? The V-I-C-E Well here's my trilogy I'm outta captivity Rap cujo ya know my flow is ferocious Last survivor with a mouth full of cockroaches I bring this hocus pocus You're flying away like the last days of the motherfucking Lotus I'm the redneck in the moshpit two axes come in handy To answer Violent J, ya damn right it's a Stanley In the shadows of the dark with Darkman like Spawn In the dash blazing it up with explosive bombs I spit homicides like major cities at 11PM Assembling bodies in the dungeon like the line at GM Ice mixed with blood is the killer's milkshake Blended with the clowns from the underground it's a lyrical deathbreak
(Chorus 2x) Mass murders Natural born killas I'm not fucking around Icky icky ya ya Icky icky ya ya
Disrespect me I'll run in your house Like puffing steam stout Break both your arms, gun in your mouth Knock your teeth out with the nose of the fifth Bullets bust through the back of your head ya die swift Fucking with the clan, watch what you say We kill Beep: Lame Lyric Censor Shoot you with an SK or a AK bitch you gonna die either way I'm a monster thoroughbred gun holding weed-head Cross me bet tomorrow you'll be dead Catch you at a show while you're chilling with your hoe And crack your skull with a bottle of Mo I'm a Sing-Sing killer Gun groove captain Brooklyn, home of the original gun clapping Gats get brung, niggas get done Sons lose fathers and mothers lose sons I'm a killer
(Chorus 2x) Mass murders Natural born killas I'm not fucking around Icky icky ya ya Icky icky ya ya
(Screams) To die is a fate that must come to us all But how horrible to be buried alive From the darkness they shuffle eyes glazed with death Hands clawing for blood!
(Chorus 2x) Mass murders Natural born killas I'm not fucking around Icky icky ya ya Icky icky ya ya |