INSANE CLOWN POSSE


Insane Killers Lyrics

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 absolutely no f**ks, motha f**ka

Natural born serial murderers
Mass mothaf**kin' murderin' murderers
Bitch, come and meet your maker

I'm scary like Michael Jackson up close
I like diggin' up dead bodies, look at me I'm gross
My name's Violent J but you can call me syphilis
Gonorrhea the clap 'cause I infected this rap

You wanna know if I could ever kill somebody
Well, that's 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 that's 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 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 now
Look at us natural killas
The world most playa hated rapper
And the most hated group together like woo

Mass murders, natural born killas
I'm not f**kin' around
Icky, icky, ya, ya, icky, icky, ya, ya
Mass murders, natural born killas
I'm not f**kin' around
Icky, icky, ya, ya, icky, icky, ya, ya

This ain't no blair witch, beware bitch
I'll pick your motherf**kin' 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 motherf**kin' loafers

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 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 death break

Mass murders, natural born killas
I'm not f**kin' around
Icky, icky, ya, ya, icky, icky, ya, ya
Mass murders, natural born killas
I'm not f**kin' around
Icky, icky, ya, ya, icky, icky, ya, ya

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**kin' 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

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 chillin' 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 clappin'
Gats get brung, niggas get done
Sons lose fathers and mothers lose sons, I'm a killer

Mass murders, natural born killas
I'm not f**kin' around
Icky, icky, ya, ya, icky, icky, ya, ya
Mass murders, natural born killas
I'm not f**kin' around
Icky, icky, ya, ya, icky, icky, ya, ya

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

Mass murders, natural born killas
I'm not f**kin' around
Icky, icky, ya, ya, icky, icky, ya, ya
Mass murders, natural born killas
I'm not f**kin' around
Icky, icky, ya, ya, icky, icky, ya, ya

Mass murders, natural born killas
Icky, icky, ya, ya, icky, icky, ya, ya
Mass murders, natural born killas

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Record Label(s): 2002 Psychopathic Records
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