Icp (Insane Clown Posse) - Insane Killers Lyrics

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Violent J, Shaggy, Insane Clown Posse, baby what

From New York to L.A.

From Chile to Greece

From New Ghandi to your momma

We gives absolutly no fucks

Motha fucka

Natural born serial murderers

Mass mothafuckin murderin muderers

Bitch, come and meet your maker

Im scary like Michael Jaskson up close

I like diggin up dead bodies

Look at me Im gross

My name's Violent J but you can call me syphillis

Gonorrhea the clap cause i infected this rap

You wanna know if i could ever kill somebody

Well that's like askin 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 thinkin the same shit

I pulled out a chainsaw, he pulled out and ax

I was like come-on, wait is that a Stanley, where'd u 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 now

Look at us natural killas

The world most playa hated rapper

And the most hated group together like woooo!

[Chorus:]

Mass murders

Natural born killas

Im not fuckin around

Icky icky ya ya

Icky icky ya ya

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Mass murders

Natural born killas

Im not fuckin around

Icky icky ya ya

Icky icky ya ya

This aint no blair witch

Beware bitch

Ill pick ur motherfuckin brain with an icepick

Remember me

The V I C E

Well heres my trilogy

Im 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 motherfuckin loafers

I'm the redneck in the moshpit

2 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 blazin it up with explosive bombs

I spit homicides like major cities at 11PM

While zipping bodies in the dungeon like the line at GM

Ice mixed with blood is the killers milkshake

Here with the clowns from the underground it's a lyrical deathbreak

[Chorus]

Disrespect me I'll run in your house

Like puffin 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

Fuckin wit tha 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 ho

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]

[Screams]

[OVERDUB:] 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]

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