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Insane
Prozak Lyrics
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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
Mass mothafuckin murderin muderers
I'm scary like Michael Jackson up close
I like diggin up dead bodies
Look at me I'm gross
My name's Violent J but you can call me syphillis
Gonorrhea the clap cause I infected this rap
You wanna know if I could ever kill somebody
Well that's like askin Charlie 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 chainsaw, 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, you gotta have it in you
It's like a dick all up in you, although I wouldn't now
Look at us natural killas
The world most playa hated rapper
And the most hated group together like woooo!
[Chorus]
Mass murders
Natural born killas
I'm not fuckin around
Icky icky ya ya
Icky icky ya ya
Mass murders
Natural born killas
I'm not fuckin around
Icky icky ya ya
Icky icky ya ya
This ain't no blair witch
Beware bitch
Ill 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 its 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
[Chorus]
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 wit tha clan, watch what you say
We kill *Beep: Lame Lyric Censor*
Shoot you 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 a bottle of Mo
I'm a Sing-Sing killer
Gun groove captain
Brooklyn home of the original gun clapping
Gats get brung, niggas get done
Sons lose fathers and mothers lose sons
I'm a killer
[Chorus]
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!
[Chorus]
Prozak's song "Insane" features lyrics that depict violent and murderous actions. The song opens with an introduction that mentions different cities and implies that the artists are not afraid of anyone, leading into a declaration of their status as "natural born serial murderers" who have no qualms about committing "mass mothafuckin murderin." The lyrics go on to describe the artist's disregard for societal conventions, such as grave digging and engaging in intercourse without protection. They also assert that killing comes naturally to them, and that they are willing to kill anyone, including themselves. Violent J recounts an incident where he attempted to kill Rob Van Winkle, but ended up befriending him instead. The chorus repeats the phrase "mass murders, natural born killas" over a hypnotic beat.
Overall, Prozak's "Insane" presents a disturbing, hyper-violent world where murder is normalized and even celebrated. The lyrics are explicit and graphic, depicting scenes of gruesome violence and suggesting that the artists are capable of committing any atrocity. The chorus reinforces the idea that the artists are proud of their violent tendencies and revel in their status as killers.
Line by Line Meaning
Violent J, Shaggy, Insane Clown Posse, baby what
Introducing the rappers and the group name
From New York to L.A.
From coast to coast
From Chile to Greece
From one end of the world to the other
From New Gandhi to your momma
From saints to sinners
We gives absolutly no fucks
We don't care at all
Motha fucka
Insult to the listener
Natural born serial murderers
We have a natural proclivity for killing
Mass mothafuckin murderin muderers
We kill a lot of people
Bitch, come and meet your maker
We will kill you
I'm scary like Michael Jackson up close
I am terrifying
I like diggin up dead bodies
I enjoy disturbing things
Look at me I'm gross
I am repulsive
My name's Violent J but you can call me syphillis
I have a repulsive nickname
Gonorrhea the clap cause I infected this rap
I am the source of the obscenity in this rap
You wanna know if I could ever kill somebody
You are asking if I am capable of murder
Well that's like askin Charlie Manson if he's ever been in jail
The answer is obvious
I kill family, friends, myself
I would kill anyone, even myself
What, yeah, I'd kill myself if I could only survive
I would kill myself if I knew I would survive
I tried to kill Rob Van Winkle, in fact that's how we met
I attempted to murder Vanilla Ice and that's how we met
I went up to kill him and he was thinkin the same shit
Vanilla Ice also intended to kill me
I pulled out a chainsaw, he pulled out and ax
We had a violent confrontation
I was like come-on, wait is that a Stanley, where'd you get that
I was surprised by his choice of weapon
It's natural and to murder, you gotta have it in you
Murder is a natural inclination
It's like a dick all up in you, although I wouldn't now
It's like a sexual urge, but not one I currently have
Look at us natural killas
We are natural born killers
The world most playa hated rapper
I am the most hated rapper in the world
And the most hated group together like woooo!
We are hated together as a group
Mass murders
We commit mass murder
Natural born killas
We are naturally inclined to killing
I'm not fuckin around
I'm serious
Icky icky ya ya
Nonsensical boast
This ain't no blair witch
This isn't make-believe
Beware bitch
Be careful
Ill pick you're motherfuckin brain with an icepick
I will torture you with an icepick
Remember me
Don't forget who I am
The V I see E
Referring to the rapper's name
Well here's my trilogy
Here are the three parts of my story
I'm outta captivity
I am free
Rap cujo ya know my flow is ferocious
I rap with a ferocious style
Last survivor with a mouth full of cockroaches
I am the last survivor with a sickening image
I bring this hocus pocus
I bring magical style to the music
You're flying away
You are escaping
Like the last days of the motherfuckin loafers
In a hurry, like the last days of anything
I'm the redneck in the moshpit
I am the odd one out
2 axes come in handy
Axes are practical for me in this setting
To answer Violent J, ya damn right its a stanley
The weapon Vanilla Ice had was indeed a Stanley
In the shadows of the dark with darkman like spawn
I am in a dark place with references to dark characters
In the dash blazin it up with explosive bombs
I am driving fast with bombs
I spit homicides like major cities at 11PM
My lyrics are violent like a city at night
While zipping bodies in the dungeon like the line at GM
I am putting away dead bodies like items in a store
Ice mixed with blood is the killers milkshake
The drink of a killer is ice mixed with blood
Here with the clowns from the underground it's a lyrical deathbreak
Here with the rappers from the underground, it's a deadly break in music
Disrespect me I'll run in your house
If you disrespect me, I will come to your home
Like puffin steam stout
With the force of steam
Break both your arms, gun in your mouth
I will harm you physically while threatening you
Knock your teeth out with the nose of the fifth
I will hit you with the barrel of a gun
Bullets bust through the back of your head ya die swift
I shoot you in the back of the head so you die quickly
Fuckin wit tha clan, watch what you say
Don't mess with our group
We kill *Beep: Lame Lyric Censor*
We kill anyone who offends us
Shoot you with an SK or a AK bitch you gonna die either way
I will shoot you with a gun and you will die regardless of the type
I'm a monster thoroughbred gun holding weed-head
I am a gun-toting partaker of marijuana
Cross me bet tomorrow you'll be dead
If you cross me, you will die
Catch you at a show while you're chilling with your ho
I will find and harm you while you're at a music show with your partner
And crack your skull with a bottle of Mo
I will use a bottle as a weapon
I'm a Sing-Sing killer
I am a murderer who has been in prison
Gun groove captain
I am adept with guns
Brooklyn home of the original gun clapping
Brooklyn is a place where people use guns
Gats get brung, niggas get done
Guns are brought out and people die
Sons lose fathers and mothers lose sons
Families lose loved ones
To die is a fate that must come to us all
We will all die
But how horrible to be buried alive
Being buried alive is a cruel fate
From the darkness they shuffle eyes glazed with death
The dead wander in the dark
Hands clawing for blood!
They seek blood and violence
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: ACE FREHLEY, GENE MOORE
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