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Artist/Band:
Insane Clown Posse
Lyrics for Song: Insane Killers (Featuring V-Ice)
Lyrics for Album: Forgotten Freshness Vol. 3 LP [2001]
(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
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| Album Lyrics: Forgotten Freshness Vol. 3 LP [2001] |
Insane Clown Posse
"Forgotten Freshness Vol. 3 LP [2001]"
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