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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 Letras de cancionesAnd 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 From Letras Mania