Vanilla Ice

Shaggy 2 Dope
Violent J, Insane Clown Posse, baby what
From New York to L.A.
From Chile to Greece
From Uganda to your momma
We gives absolutely no fucks
Motha fucks
Naturn born serial slaterers
Mass mothafuckin murderin murderers
Bitch, count to ten and meet your maker
Im scary like Michael Jackson up close
I like diggin up dead bodies
Look at me Im gross
My names Violent J but you can call me syphillis
Gonorrhea or the clap cause I infected this rap
You wanna know if I could ever kill somebody
Well thats like askin Charlie Manson if hes ever been to jail
I kill family, friends, myself
What, yeah, Id kill myself if I could only survive
I tried to kill Rob Van Winkle, in fact thats how we met
I went up to kill him and he was thinkin the same shit
I pulled out a chainsaw, he pulled out an ax
I was like, come-on, wait is that a Stanley, whered you get that!
Its natural to murder, you gotta have it in you
Its like a dick all up in you, although I wouldnt know
Look at us natural killas
The worlds most playa hated rapper
And the most hated group together like whaaaa!
CHORUS:
Mass murders
Natural born killas
Im not fuckin around
Icky icky ya ya
This aint no Blair Witch
Beware bitch
Ill pick ur motherfuckin brain with an icepick
Remember me
The V-ICE
Well heres my trilogy
Im outta captivity
The rap Cujo you know my flow is ferocious
The last survivor with a mouth full of cockroaches
I bring this hocu pocus
Youre flying away
Last the last days of the motherfuckin Locust
Im the redneck in the moshpit
Two axes come in handy
To answer Violent J, ya damn right its 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 11 PM
Assembling bodies in the dungeon like the line at GM
Ice mixed with blood is the killers milkshake
Blended with the clown from the underground its a lyrical deathbreak
CHORUS
Darkman:
Disrespect me Ill 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
Im a monster thoroughbred gun holding weed head
Cross me bet tomorrow youll be dead
Catch you at a show while youre chilling with your ho
And crack your skull with a bottle of Mo
Im a Sing Sing killer
Gun room captain
Brooklyn home of the orignial gun clapping
Gats get brung, niggas get done
Sons lose fathers and mothers lose sons
Im a kiler
[ Insane Killas Lyrics ]