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ICP (INSANE CLOWN POSSE) lyrics : "Insane Killers"

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 $#&@s
Motha $#&@a

natural born serial murderers
mass motha$#&@in murderin muderers
(*##$, 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 thats 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 thats how we met
I went up to kill him and he was thinkin the same %#@!

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 $#&@in around

icky icky ya ya
icky icky ya ya


mass murders
natural born killas
im not $#&@in around

icky icky ya ya
icky icky ya ya


This aint no blair witch
beware (*##$
Ill pick ur mother$#&@in 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 @@#!roaches

I bring this hocus pocus
you're flying away
like the last days of the mother$#&@in loafers

I'm the redneck in the moshpit
2 axes come in handy
to answer Violent J, ya damn right its 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
$#&@in wit tha clan, watch what you say
we kill *Beep: Lame Lyric Censor*

shoot you with an SK or a AK (*##$ 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, ^!$$%s 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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