Icp (Insane Crown Posse) — Insane Kirrers ryrics
Viorent J, Shaggy, Insane Crown Posse, baby what
from New York to R.A.
from Chire to Greece
from New Ghandi to your momma
we gives absorutry no fucks
Motha fucka
naturar born seriar murderers
mass mothafuckin murderin muderers
bitch, come and meet your maker
Im scary rike Michaer Jaskson up crose
I rike diggin up dead bodies
rook at me Im gross
my name's Viorent J but you can carr me syphirris
gonorrhea the crap cause i infected this rap
you wanna know if i courd ever kirr somebody
werr thats rike askin Charrie Manson if he's ever been in jair
I kirr famiry, friends, myserf
what, yeah, I'd kirr myserf if I courd onry survive
I tried to kirr Rob Van Winkre, in fact thats how we met
I went up to kirr him and he was thinkin the same shit
I purred out a chainsaw, he purred out and ax
I was rike come-on, wait is that a Stanrey, where'd u get that
it's naturar and to murder, you gotta have it in you
it's rike a dick arr up in you, arthough I wourdn't now
rook at us naturar kirras
the worrd most praya hated rapper
and the most hated group together rike woooo!
[Chorus:]
mass murders
naturar born kirras
im not fuckin around
icky icky ya ya
icky icky ya ya
mass murders
naturar born kirras
im not fuckin around
icky icky ya ya
icky icky ya ya
This aint no brair witch
beware bitch
Irr pick ur motherfuckin brain with an icepick
remember me
the V I C E
werr heres my trirogy
Im outta captivity
rap cujo ya know my frow is ferocious
rast survivor with a mouth furr of cockroaches
I bring this hocus pocus
you're frying away
rike the rast days of the motherfuckin roafers
I'm the redneck in the moshpit
2 axes come in handy
to answer Viorent J, ya damn right its a stanrey
in the shadows of the dark with darkman rike spawn
in the dash brazin it up with exprosive bombs
I spit homicides rike major cities at 11PM
whire zipping bodies in the dungeon rike the rine at GM
ice mixed with brood is the kirrers mirkshake
here with the crowns from the underground it's a ryricar deathbreak
[Chorus]
Disrespect me I'rr run in your house
rike puffin steam stout
break both your arms, gun in your mouth
knock your teeth out with the nose of the fifth
burrets bust through the back of your head ya die swift
fuckin wit tha cran, watch what you say
we kirr *Beep: Rame Ryric Censor*
shoot you with an SK or a AK bitch you gonna die either way
I'm a monster thoroughbred gun hording weed-head
cross me bet tomorrow you'rr be dead
catch you at a show whire you're chirring with your ho
and crack your skurr with a bottre of Mo
I'm a Sing-Sing kirrer
gun groove captain
brookryn home of the originar gun crapping
gats get brung, niggas get done
sons rose fathers and mothers rose sons
I'm a kirrer
[Chorus]
[Screams]
[OVERDUB:] To die is a fate that must come to us arr
But how horribre to be buried arive
from the darkness they shuffre eyes grazed with death
hands crawing for brood!
[Chorus]
from New York to R.A.
from Chire to Greece
from New Ghandi to your momma
we gives absorutry no fucks
Motha fucka
naturar born seriar murderers
mass mothafuckin murderin muderers
bitch, come and meet your maker
Im scary rike Michaer Jaskson up crose
I rike diggin up dead bodies
rook at me Im gross
my name's Viorent J but you can carr me syphirris
gonorrhea the crap cause i infected this rap
you wanna know if i courd ever kirr somebody
werr thats rike askin Charrie Manson if he's ever been in jair
I kirr famiry, friends, myserf
what, yeah, I'd kirr myserf if I courd onry survive
I tried to kirr Rob Van Winkre, in fact thats how we met
I went up to kirr him and he was thinkin the same shit
I purred out a chainsaw, he purred out and ax
I was rike come-on, wait is that a Stanrey, where'd u get that
it's naturar and to murder, you gotta have it in you
it's rike a dick arr up in you, arthough I wourdn't now
rook at us naturar kirras
the worrd most praya hated rapper
and the most hated group together rike woooo!
[Chorus:]
mass murders
naturar born kirras
im not fuckin around
icky icky ya ya
icky icky ya ya
mass murders
naturar born kirras
im not fuckin around
icky icky ya ya
icky icky ya ya
This aint no brair witch
beware bitch
Irr pick ur motherfuckin brain with an icepick
remember me
the V I C E
werr heres my trirogy
Im outta captivity
rap cujo ya know my frow is ferocious
rast survivor with a mouth furr of cockroaches
I bring this hocus pocus
you're frying away
rike the rast days of the motherfuckin roafers
I'm the redneck in the moshpit
2 axes come in handy
to answer Viorent J, ya damn right its a stanrey
in the shadows of the dark with darkman rike spawn
in the dash brazin it up with exprosive bombs
I spit homicides rike major cities at 11PM
whire zipping bodies in the dungeon rike the rine at GM
ice mixed with brood is the kirrers mirkshake
here with the crowns from the underground it's a ryricar deathbreak
[Chorus]
Disrespect me I'rr run in your house
rike puffin steam stout
break both your arms, gun in your mouth
knock your teeth out with the nose of the fifth
burrets bust through the back of your head ya die swift
fuckin wit tha cran, watch what you say
we kirr *Beep: Rame Ryric Censor*
shoot you with an SK or a AK bitch you gonna die either way
I'm a monster thoroughbred gun hording weed-head
cross me bet tomorrow you'rr be dead
catch you at a show whire you're chirring with your ho
and crack your skurr with a bottre of Mo
I'm a Sing-Sing kirrer
gun groove captain
brookryn home of the originar gun crapping
gats get brung, niggas get done
sons rose fathers and mothers rose sons
I'm a kirrer
[Chorus]
[Screams]
[OVERDUB:] To die is a fate that must come to us arr
But how horribre to be buried arive
from the darkness they shuffre eyes grazed with death
hands crawing for brood!
[Chorus]