| Violent J, Shaggy, Insane Clown Posee, baby what
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| From New York to L.A.
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| From Chile to greece
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| From New Gandhi to your momma
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| We gives absolutly no fucks
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| Motha fucka
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| Natural born serial murderers
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| Bitch, come and meet your maker
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| I’m scare like Michael Jack up close
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| I like diggin up dead bodie
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| Look at me I’m gross
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| My name’s Violent J but you can call me suphillis
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| Gonorrhea the clap cause I infected this rap
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| You wanna know if I could ever kill somebody
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| Well that’s like askin Carlie Manson if he’s ever been in jail
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| I kill family, friends, myself
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| What, yeah, I’d kill myself if I could only survive
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| I tried to kill Rob Van Winkle, in fact that’s how we met
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| I went up to kill him and he was thinkin the same shit
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| I pulled out a chainsawm he pulled out and ax
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| I was like come-on, wait is that a Stanley, where’d you get that
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| It’s natural and to murder, your gotta have it in you
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| It’s ike a dick all up in you, although I wouldn’t now
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| Look at us natural killas
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| The world most playa hated rapper
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| And the most hated group together like woooo!
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| Mass murders
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| Natural born killas
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| I’m not fucking around
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| Icky icky ya ya
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| Icky icky ya ya
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| Mass murders
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| Natural born killas
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| I’m not fucking around
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| Icky icky ya ya
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| Icky icky ya ya
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| This ain’t no blair witch
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| Beware bitch
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| I’ll pick you’re motherfuckin brain with an icepick
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| Remember me
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| The V I see E
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| Well here’s my trilogy
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| I’m outta captivity
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| Rap cujo ya know my flow is ferocious
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| Last survivor with a mouth full of cockroaches
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| I bring this hocus pocus
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| You’re flying away
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| Like the last days of the motherfuckin loafers
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| I’m the redneck in the moshpit
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| 2 axes come in handy
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| To answer Violent j, ya damn right it’s a stanley
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| In the shadows of the dark with darkman like spawn
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| In the dash blazin it up with explosive bombs
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| I spit homicides like major cities at 11PM
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| While zipping bodies in the dungeon like the line at GM
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| Ice mixed with blood is the killers milkshake
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| Here with the clowns from the underground it’s a lyrical deathbreak
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| Mass murders
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| Natural born killas
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| I’m not fucking around
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| Icky icky ya ya
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| Icky icky ya ya
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| Disrespect me I’ll run in your house
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| Like puffin steam stout
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| Break both your arms, gun in your mouth
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| Knock your teeth out with the nose of the fifth
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| Bullets bust through the back of your head ya die swift
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| Fuckin with tha clan, watch what you say
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| We kill
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| Shoot your with an SK or a AK bitch you gonna die either way
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| I’m a monster thoroughbred gun holding weed-head
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| Cross me bet tomorrow you’ll be dead
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| Catch you at a show while you’re chilling with your ho
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| And crack your skull with bottle of Mo
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| I’m a Sing-Sing killer
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| Gun groove captain
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| Brooklyn home of the original gun clappin
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| Gats get brung, niggas get done
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| Sons lose fathers and mothers lose sons
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| I’m a killer
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| Mass murders
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| Natural born killas
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| I’m not fucking around
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| Icky icky ya ya
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| Icky icky ya ya
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| To die is a fate that must come to us all
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| But how horrible to be buried alive
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| From the darkness they shuffle eyes glazed with death
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| Hand clawing for blood!
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| Mass murders
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| Natural born killas
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| I’m not fucking around
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| Icky icky ya ya
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| Icky icky ya ya |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Insane featuring Insane Clown Posse , by - Prozak. Song from the album Tales From The Sick, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп