Insane Clown Posse - Insane k**ers lyrics

(feat. Rob Van Winkle) 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 f**s Motha f**a natural born serial murderers ma** mothaf**in murderin muderers b**h, 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 k** somebody well thats like askin Charlie Manson if he's ever been in jail I k** family, friends, myself what, yeah, I'd k** myself if I could only survive I tried to k** Rob Van Winkle, in fact thats how we met I went up to k** him and he was thinkin the same sh** 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 k**as the world most playa hated rapper and the most hated group together like woooo! Chorus: ma** murders natural born k**as im not f**in around icky icky ya ya icky icky ya ya ma** murders natural born k**as im not f**in around icky icky ya ya icky icky ya ya This aint no blair witch beware b**h Ill pick ur motherf**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 co*kroaches I bring this hocus pocus you're flying away like the last days of the motherf**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 k**ers milkshake here with the clowns from the underground it's a lyrical d**hbreak (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 f**in wit tha clan, watch what you say we k** *Beep: Lame Lyric Censor* shoot you with an SK or a AK b**h 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 k**er gun groove captain brooklyn home of the original gun clapping gats get brung, n***as get done sons lose fathers and mothers lose sons I'm a k**er (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 d**h hands clawing for blood! (Chorus)