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10 years ago
"Sicc Made"[Grisly voice]Yeah, the Baby Killa's back up in this motherfucka...Straight from tha grave, it gets so deep right under the Garden Blocc...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 motherfucka...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 youngI dreamed of feedin' them niggas soufle (soofley) a' la dunnMotherfuckas get hung, my bullet weights a tonThe Garden Blocc Don, the valley of the slumTha cannibalistic nigga that got that 9 millimeter gunThat nigga that nigga that got them mothafuckas on the runThey thought that I was done but Lynch is not the oneTo go out from a gunshot wound, nigga, I'm not done that soonBitches, they come but nut just like the rest, caught one in the chestShoulda wore a vest and, oh, what a bloody messPuffin' off the cess, dealin' with the stress, killin' off the less...Fortunate but they trip when my nine gets sickThem niggas either die or stay stuck on my dickCause I'm that nigga they call Lynch, I got'em niggas fiendin' for my shitI empty clips, drinkin', fuckin' with tha spliftAnd it's the nigga that kill for reason, it's the Season Of The SiccThat's why I got the urge to shoot that pussy clitAnd kill off that infant, so what is my intent?To show them mothafuckas livin' life ain't shitI gets to gettin' real sick and eatin' bloody clit, the baby killa shitPut 'em in a grave with an empty 40 ounce bottle and don't leave a dripCause livin' with tha Tripple-SixYa learn to fuck devil in his mouth and eat the shit out of his bitchAnd I admit: my brain is kinda sickBut now I'm like J. Dahmer, I'm chewin' up all the evidenceI killed to cure my fit, the human meat fixBitin' to the skin rips, that sick nigga, so sickLivin' dead ever since...[Grisly voice]Yeah, do ya wanna know what that Siccness is?The Siccness is when you hug your mama and ya dick get hardOr you walk in on your baby's mama and she's suckin' your son's dickThat'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 tripCause eatin' dead pussy clit I make ya sickBut it's the Season so my reason is legitI'm havin' fits, I dreamed of eatin' bloody pussy clit's since I was sixI fiend for a dead pussy on dick, I gotta skitsMeanin' I don't give a shit about ya biyatchThat nigga that's from tha Blocc, killin' up tha cog, so, nigga, shii-itBaby barbeque ribs and guts and, ah, don't let me get too deepFryin' baby nuts, sluts get ate out alike, dank is what crooked teeth heardI pull the Tampax-string out and straight put in workIt wouldn't work without that sick, so page a nigga quickSo I can serve ya some of this shit and have ya murderin' ya biyatchCause me and Triple-Six grew up fuckin' bitches up the gutWith tha 9-millimeter clip, Season of the Sicc, picture this:Pussy meat ripped in a pan full of nuts and guts and intestines and shitI gets ta chewin' on tha clit, the sick, they just don't understand itIt's so outlandish, chewin' nigga nuts to cure my fitThe human meat fix, bitin' 'til the skin rips, that sick nigga, so sickLivin' dead ever since