La the Darkman – Natural Born Killas (Feat. Insane Clown Posse, Vanilla Ice) lyrics

[Intro: Violent J]
Violent J, Seg, Insane Clown Posse
From New York to L.A.
From Sicili to Greece
From new gosmic to your mom
We keeps out, you losin' normal books (normal books)
Natural born serial nuts
Mass motherfuckin' murderer
Bitch, come and meet your maker

[Voilent J]
I'm scary like Michael Jackson in a close
I like diggin' up dead bodies, look at me, how gross
My names VIolent J but you can call me syphyllis
Gotta real on their clap, cuz I'm back in this rap aah
You wanna know if I could ever kill somebody
Well that's like askin' Johhny Manson if he's ever been in the chair
I kill family, friends, myself, why?
Yeah I'd kill myself if I could only survive
I'd tried to kill Rob Van Winkle, in fact that's how we met
I went up to kill him but he was thinkin' the same shit
I pulled out a chain saw, he pulled out an axe
I was like "c'mon! Wait, is that a Stanley? Where'd you get that?"
It's natural to kill or to murder, you got everythin' in you
Like a dick all in you, although I wouldn't know
Look at us natural killers (yeah)
The world's most player hated rapper and the world's most hated group
Together like Wu

[Chorus x2: samples]
"Mass murderer" "natural born killer"
"I'm not fuckin' around" --> B Real
"eeky-eeky-eye-ya, eeky-eeky-eye-ya" --> KRS One

[Vanilla Ice]
You say you're blill rich, beware bitch
I'll pick your motherfuckin' brain with the icepick
Remember me, the V.I C.E
What is my trilogy, I'm out of captivity
Rap q tote, you know my flow is ferocious
Last survivor with a mouth full of copper
I bring this hocus pocus, design a wave
Not the last days of the motehrfuckin' world
Because I'm the red neck in the moshpit
Two axes come in handy
To words of Violent J, ya damn right it's a stanley
In the shadows of the dark, the Darkman like sparned
In the bash trizzin' it up with explosive bombs
I spit homicides like major cities at 11 PM
I send them bodies in the dungeon like a line of GM
Two mics mixed with gun is the killer's milkshake
Litter with Clowns from the undergrounds of the lyrical death quake

Chorus x2

[La the Darkman]
Disrespect me, I run in your house
Like Puff and 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, you die swift
Fuckin' with the Clan, watch what you say
We kill niggas like the KKK
Shoot you with the SK or AK, bitch you gon' die either way
I'm a monster, thorough bred, gun holdin' weed head
Cross me, bet to ma you will be dead
Catch you at a show, like you chillin' with ya hoe
And crak your head with a bottle of Moe'
I'm a sing-sing killer, +Gun Rule+ captain
Brooklyn, home of original gun clappin'
Gats get brung, niggas get done
Sons lose fathers and mothers lose sons
I'm a killer

Chorus

[Break: sample]
To die is a fate that must come to us all
Come the darkness they shuffle
Eyes glazed to death
Owls climb for them

Chorus x4