Insane

Violent J, Shaggy, Insane Clown Posse, baby what From New York to L.A. From Chile to Greece From New Gandhi to your momma We gives absolutly no fucks Motha fucka Natural born serial murderers Mass mothafuckin murderin muderers 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 syphillis 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 ax 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 woooo! [Chorus] Mass murders Natural born killas I'm not fuckin around Icky icky ya ya Icky icky ya ya Mass murders Natural born killas I'm not fuckin around Icky icky ya ya Icky icky ya ya This ain't no blair witch Beware bitch Ill pick you're motherfuckin brain with an icepick Remember me The V I see 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 motherfuckin 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 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 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, niggas get done Sons lose fathers and mothers lose sons I'm a killer [Chorus] 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]