Brotha Lynch Hung - Siccmade

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[Grisly voice]
Yeah, the Baby Killa's back up in this mothafucka...
Straight from tha grave, it gets so deep right under the Garden
Oh, me? Ya can just call me Manson...Yeah, we met before...
But ya forget that I ain't gonna die so I'm back up this mothafucka...
So peep the mothafuckin' words from the dead man, yeah...
[Brotha Lynch Hung]
And when I pack me a gun and, oh, when I was young
I dreamed of feedin' them niggas niggas with a ?????
Mothafuckas get hung, my bullet weights a ton
The Garden Blocc Don, the valley of the slum
Tha cannibalistic nigga that got that 9 millimeter gun
That nigga that nigga that got them mothafuckas on the run
They thought that I was done but Lynch is not the one
To go out from a gunshot wound, nigga, I'm not done that soon
Bitches, they come but not like the rest, got one in a chest
Shoulda wear a vest and, oh, what a bloody mess
Puffin' off the cess, dealin' with the stress, killin' off the less...
Fortunate but they trip when my nine gets sick
Them niggas either die or stays back off my dick
Cause I'm that nigga they call Lynch, I got'em niggas fiendin' for my
I empty clips, drinkin', fuckin' with tha splift
And it's the nigga that kill for reason, it's the Season Of The Sicc
That's why I got the urge to shoot that pussy clit
And kill that infint, so what is my intent?
To show mothafuckas that livin' life ain't shit
I guess it gets real sick and eatin' bloody clit, the baby killa shit
Put'em in a grave with an empty 40 ounce bottle and won't even trip
Cause livin' with tha Tripple-Six
Ya learn to fuck devil in his mouth and eat the shit out of his bitch
And I admit: my brain is kinda sick
But now I'm like J. Dahmer, I'm chewin' up all the evidence
I killed to cure my fit, the human meat fix
Bitin' to the skin rips, that sick nigga, so sick
Livin' dead ever since...
[Grisly voice]
Yeah, do ya wanna know what that Siccness is?
That Siccness is when ya hug ya mama and ya dick that whore...
All ya do is walkin' with ya baby's mama and she's suckin' ya sons
That's the mothafuckin' Siccness...
So, ya mothafuckas don't ya forget that shit...
And don't forget where the Sicc came from...
That nigga Lynch...
[Brotha Lynch Hung]
I take my mouth off up that cog and trip
Cause eatin' dead pussy clit I make ya sick
But it's the Season so my reason is legit
I'm havin' fits, I dreamed of eatin' bloody pussy clit's since I was
I fiend for a dead pussy on dick, I gotta skits
Meanin' I don't give a shit about ya biyatch
That nigga that's from tha Blocc, killin' up tha cog, so, nigga,
Baby barbeque ribs and guts and, ah, don't let me get too deep
Fryin' baby nuts, sluts get ate out alike, dank is what crooked teeth
I pull the Tampax-string out and straight put in work
And puttin' work without that sick, so page a nigga quick
So I can sell ya some of this shit and have ya murderin' ya biyatch
Cause me and Tripple-Six grew up fuckin' bitches up the gut
With tha 9-millimater clip, Season Of The Sicc, picture this:
Pussy me rip in bed full of nuts and guts and entrails shit
I guess they chewin' on tha clit, the sick, they just don't understand
So I vanished, chewin' nigga nuts to cure my fit
The human meat fix, bitin' to the skin rips, that sick nigga, so sick
Livin' dead ever since...

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