ICP: Insane killers

Violent J, Shaggy, Insane Clown Posse, baby whatfrom New York to L.A.from Chile to Greecefrom New Ghandi to your mommawe gives absolutly no fucksMotha fuckanatural born serial murderersmass mothafuckin murderin muderersbitch, come and meet your makerIm scary like Michael Jaskson up closeI like diggin up dead bodieslook at me Im grossmy names Violent J but you can call me syphillisgonorrhea the clap cause I infected this rapyou wanna know if I could ever kill somebodywell thats like askin Charlie Manson if hes ever been in jailI kill family, friends, myselfwhat, yeah, Id kill myself if I could only surviveI tried to kill Rob Van Winkle, in fact thats how we metI went up to kill him and he was thinkin the same shitI pulled out a chainsaw, he pulled out and axI was like come-on, wait is that a Stanley, whered u get thatits natural and to murder, you gotta have it in youits like a dick all up in you, although I wouldnt nowlook at us natural killasthe world most playa hated rapperand the most hated group together like woooo![Chorus:]mass murdersnatural born killasim not fuckin aroundicky icky ya yaicky icky ya yamass murdersnatural born killasim not fuckin aroundicky icky ya yaicky icky ya yaThis aint no blair witchbeware bitchIll pick ur motherfuckin brain with an icepick remember methe V I C Ewell heres my trilogyIm outta captivityrap cujo ya know my flow is ferociouslast survivor with a mouth full of cockroachesI bring this hocus pocusyoure flying awaylike the last days of the motherfuckin loafersIm the redneck in the moshpit2 axes come in handyto answer Violent J, ya damn right its a stanleyin the shadows of the dark with darkman like spawnin the dash blazin it up with explosive bombsI spit homicides like major cities at 11PMwhile zipping bodies in the dungeon like the line at GMice mixed with blood is the killers milkshakehere with the clowns from the underground its a lyrical deathbreak[Chorus]Disrespect me Ill run in your houselike puffin steam stoutbreak both your arms, gun in your mouthknock your teeth out with the nose of the fifthbullets bust through the back of your head ya die swiftfuckin wit tha clan, watch what you saywe kill *Beep: Lame Lyric Censor*shoot you with an SK or a AK bitch you gonna die either wayIm a monster thoroughbred gun holding weed-headcross me bet tomorrow youll be deadcatch you at a show while youre chilling with your hoand crack your skull with a bottle of MoIm a Sing-Sing killergun groove captainbrooklyn home of the original gun clappinggats get brung, niggas get donesons lose fathers and mothers lose sonsIm a killer[Chorus][Screams][OVERDUB:] To die is a fate that must come to us allBut how horrible to be buried alivefrom the darkness they shuffle eyes glazed with deathhands clawing for blood![Chorus]