Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Insane featuring Insane Clown Posse, artist - Prozak. Album song Tales From The Sick, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 30.06.2008
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
Insane featuring Insane Clown Posse |
| Violent J, Shaggy, Insane Clown Posee, 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 |
| Bitch, come and meet your maker |
| I’m scare like Michael Jack up close |
| I like diggin up dead bodie |
| Look at me I’m gross |
| My name’s Violent J but you can call me suphillis |
| Gonorrhea the clap cause I infected this rap |
| You wanna know if I could ever kill somebody |
| Well that’s like askin Carlie 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 chainsawm 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, your gotta have it in you |
| It’s ike 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! |
| Mass murders |
| Natural born killas |
| I’m not fucking around |
| Icky icky ya ya |
| Icky icky ya ya |
| Mass murders |
| Natural born killas |
| I’m not fucking around |
| Icky icky ya ya |
| Icky icky ya ya |
| This ain’t no blair witch |
| Beware bitch |
| I’ll 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 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 deathbreak |
| Mass murders |
| Natural born killas |
| I’m not fucking 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 |
| Fuckin with tha clan, watch what you say |
| We kill |
| Shoot your 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 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 fucking 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 |
| Hand clawing for blood! |
| Mass murders |
| Natural born killas |
| I’m not fucking around |
| Icky icky ya ya |
| Icky icky ya ya |