Vanilla Ice, La The Darkman, Insane Clown Posse - Insane Killas lyrics

Violent J, Shaggy, Insane Clown Posse
Baby what from New York to LA
From Chile to Greece
From Uganda to your momma
We gives absolutely no fucks motha fucks
Natural born serial slaughterers
Mass mothafuckin murderin muderers
Bitch, count to ten 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 or 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 to 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 know
Look at us natural killas
The world's most playa hated rapper and the
Most hated group together like whoop!

Mass murderer, natural born killa
I'm not fuckin around
Icky icky ya ya, icky icky ya ya
Mass murderer, natural born killa
I'm not fuckin around
Icky icky ya ya, icky icky ya ya

This ain't no Blair Witch, beware bitch
I'll pick your motherfuckin' brain
With an icepick remember me? The V IC-E
Well here's my trilogy, I'm outta captivity
The rap Cujo you know my flow is ferocious
The last survivor with a
Mouth full of cockroaches
I bring this hocus pocus, you're flying away
Like the last days of
The motherfuckin' Locust
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 your dash blazin' it
Up with explosive bombs
I spit homicides like major cities at 11PM
Assembling bodies in the dungeon like
The line at GM ice mixed with blood is
The killer's milkshake
Blended with the clowns from the
Underground it's a lyrical deathbreak

Mass murderer, natural born killa
I'm not fuckin around
Icky icky ya ya, icky icky ya ya
Mass murderer, natural born killa
I'm not fuckin around
Icky icky ya ya, icky icky ya ya

Disrespect me, i'll run in your house
Like puffin' Steve 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 stiff
Fuckin' with the clan, watch what you say
We kill niggas like the KKK
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 room 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

Mass murderer, natural born killa
I'm not fuckin around
Icky icky ya ya, icky icky ya ya
Mass murderer, natural born killa
I'm not fuckin 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 shovel
Eyes glazed with death
Hands clawing for blood

Mass murderer, natural born killa
I'm not fuckin around
Icky icky ya ya, icky icky ya ya
Mass murderer, natural born killa
I'm not fuckin around
Icky icky ya ya, icky icky ya ya
Mass murderer, natural born killa
Icky icky ya ya, icky icky ya ya
Mass murderer, natural born killa