Insane
Insane Clown Posse/Prozak Lyrics

Violent J, Shaggy, Insane Clown Posse, baby what
Introducing themselves as the Insane Clown Posse and stating their intention to unleash mayhem.

From New York to L.A.
They are not limited to a particular geographical region for their murderous acts.

From Chile to Greece
Their reach extends beyond the borders of the United States.

From New Gandhi to your momma
Their potential victims are as diverse as possible, from spiritual leaders to ordinary mothers.

We gives absolutly no fucks Motha fucka
They don't care about anything or anyone.

Natural born serial murderers
They were born with a natural inclination to kill.

Mass mothafuckin murderin muderers
They engage in mass murder as a matter of fact.

Bitch, come and meet your maker
They dare anyone to come face to face with death at their hands.

I'm scary like Michael Jackson up close
Their appearance and demeanor can be terrifying.

I like diggin up dead bodies
They have a fascination with the dead and the macabre.

Look at me I'm gross
They revel in their unsavory appearance and behavior.

My name's Violent J but you can call me syphillis
A play on words to imply that he is contagious, deadly and unstoppable.

Gonorrhea the clap cause I infected this rap
Their music is infectious and corrupts all who listen.

You wanna know if I could ever kill somebody
They take pride in their ability to commit murder.

Well that's like askin Charlie Manson if he's ever been in jail
Their willingness to kill is fundamental to their identity, akin to Charlie Manson's infamy.

I kill family, friends, myself
They spare no one in their killing spree, not even themselves.

What, yeah, I'd kill myself if I could only survive
They would be willing to die and come back as a killing machine.

I tried to kill Rob Van Winkle, in fact that's how we met
They attempted to kill famous rapper Vanilla Ice and failed.

I went up to kill him and he was thinkin the same shit
Vanilla Ice had similar intentions to kill them.

I pulled out a chainsaw, he pulled out and ax
They almost engaged in a deadly confrontation.

I was like come-on, wait is that a Stanley, where'd you get that
Their banter reveals their twisted sense of humor even in the face of danger.

It's natural and to murder, you gotta have it in you
They see killing as a natural inclination that cannot be learned.

It's like a dick all up in you, although I wouldn't now
Another crude analogy to emphasize the innate desire to kill.

Look at us natural killas
Their murderous instinct is something to be proud of in their eyes.

The world most playa hated rapper
They revel in their reputation as the most hated group, a badge of honor.

And the most hated group together like woooo!
They celebrate their union as a group of natural born killers.

[Chorus] Mass murders Natural born killas I'm not fuckin around Icky icky ya ya Icky icky ya ya
The chorus repeats their declaration of being natural killers with a catchy hook.

This ain't no blair witch
Their killing spree is not fictional like the horror movie The Blair Witch Project.

Beware bitch Ill pick you're motherfuckin brain with an icepick
They use graphic imagery to threaten potential victims with torture and death.

Remember me The V I see E Well here's my trilogy I'm outta captivity
They see their trilogy of albums as a manifesto of their murderous intent and inspiration.

Rap cujo ya know my flow is ferocious
They see their music as a vehicle for expressing their violent tendencies.

Last survivor with a mouth full of cockroaches
They evoke an image of someone who has survived a post-apocalyptic world where even the insects are dead.

I bring this hocus pocus You're flying away Like the last days of the motherfuckin loafers
They use crude humor again to describe their victims' gruesome deaths.

I'm the redneck in the moshpit
They identify as outsiders, misfits or outcasts that don't fit in, even in a moshpit.

2 axes come in handy To answer Violent J, ya damn right its a stanley
They admire the utility of an ax and identify it to a brand name, Stanley.

In the shadows of the dark with darkman like spawn
They liken themselves to a comic book character, Spawn, a former human who became a demon after death.

In the dash blazin it up with explosive bombs
They see themselves as perpetrators of violent acts, possibly of terrorist nature.

I spit homicides like major cities at 11PM
They compare their rapping skills to a killer on a rampage in a major city at night.

While zipping bodies in the dungeon like the line at GM
They use another analogy to explain their skill in disposing of human bodies in a similar way to a car assembly line at GM.

Ice mixed with blood is the killers milkshake
They use an analogy to describe their killing methods involving ice and blood as a gruesome shake.

Here with the clowns from the underground it's a lyrical deathbreak
They see themselves as part of an underground rap scene that celebrates violent lyrics and the glorification of death.

[Chorus] Mass murders Natural born killas I'm not fuckin around Icky icky ya ya Icky icky ya ya
The chorus repeats their declaration of being natural killers with a catchy hook.

Disrespect me I'll run in your house Like puffin steam stout Break both your arms, gun in your mouth
They issue another threat, promising swift and violent revenge for anyone who disrespects them.

Knock your teeth out with the nose of the fifth Bullets bust through the back of your head ya die swift
They describe in detail the gruesome violence they intend to inflict upon their enemies.

Fuckin wit tha clan, watch what you say We kill *Beep: Lame Lyric Censor*
They assert themselves as a powerful and violent clan that won't tolerate any insults or disrespect to their group or friends.

Shoot you with an SK or a AK bitch you gonna die either way
They reveal their preferred choice of weapon for killing and the inevitability of death for their targets.

I'm a monster thoroughbred gun holding weed-head Cross me bet tomorrow you'll be dead
They describe themselves as dangerous monsters that are always armed and high on marijuana, warning anyone who crosses them of their impending death.

Catch you at a show while you're chilling with your ho And crack your skull with a bottle of Mo
They describe yet another scenario where they catch an unsuspecting target and attack them with a deadly weapon.

I'm a Sing-Sing killer Gun groove captain Brooklyn home of the original gun clapping
They claim to have committed murders in well-known prisons and cities, highlighting their notoriety and awesomeness to their fans.

Gats get brung, niggas get done Sons lose fathers and mothers lose sons I'm a killer
They brag about their efficiency and effectiveness as killers, highlighting the impact of their violent acts on families and society.

[Chorus] Mass murders Natural born killas I'm not fuckin around Icky icky ya ya Icky icky ya ya
The chorus repeats their declaration of being natural killers with a catchy hook.

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 Hands clawing for blood!
The outro is a reflection on death and its horrors, while the lines about shuffling eyes and clawing hands evoke a classic image of the undead or zombies.