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Isabelle Boulay - "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 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 names 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 hes ever been in jail
I kill family, friends, myself
what, yeah, Id 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 shit
I pulled out a chainsaw, he pulled out and ax
I was like come-on, wait is that a Stanley, whered u get that
its natural and to murder, you gotta have it in you
its like a dick all up in you, although I wouldnt 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
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
youre flying away
like the last days of the motherfuckin loafers
Im 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 its a lyrical deathbreak
(Chorus)
Disrespect me Ill 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
Im a monster thoroughbred gun holding weed-head
cross me bet tomorrow youll be dead
catch you at a show while youre chilling with your ho
and crack your skull with a bottle of Mo
Im 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
Im 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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