Siccmade

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[Intro] Yeah, the baby killer's back up in this motherfucker Straight from the grave The grave dug so deep right down to the Garden Blocc Oh, me? You can just call me Manson Yeah, we met before But you know devils don't die, so I'm back up in this motherfucker So peep the motherfuckin' words from a dead man Yeah [Verse 1] And when I pack me a gun, and, oh, when I was young I dreamt of feedin' them niggas up, nigga nuts, soufflé a la tongue Motherfuckers get hung, my bullet weighs a ton The Garden Blocc don, the valley of the slum That cannibalistic nigga that got that nine millimeter gun That nigga, that nigga that got them motherfuckers 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 cum, but nut just like the rest Caught one in the chest, should've wore a vest And, oh, what a bloody mess, puffin' off the sess Dealin' with the stress, killin' off the less Fortunate, but they trip when my nine gets sick Them niggas either die, or stay stuck on my dick 'Cause I'm that nigga that they call Lynch I got them niggas fiendin' for my shit I empty clips, drink and fuck with that spliff Then it's that nigga that kill for the reason it's the season of the sick That's why I got the urge to shoot that pussy clit And kill off that infant, so what is my intent? To show them motherfuckers livin' life ain't shit I gets to gettin' real sick and eatin' bloody clit, the baby killer shit Put 'em in a grave in a empty forty ounce bottle and don't leave a drip 'Cause livin' with that triple six You learn to fuck the 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 And I kill to cure my fit, the human meat fix Bitin' 'til the skin rips, that sick nigga, so sick Livin' dead ever since [Interlude] Yeah, y'all wanna know what the sickness is? The sickness is when you hug your mama and your dick get hard Or when you walk in on your baby's mama and she suckin' your son's dick That's the motherfuckin' sickness So y'all motherfuckers don't forget that shit And don't forget where the shit came from, that nigga Lynch [Verse 2] I take my mouth up out that cock and trip 'cause eatin' dead pussy clit- 'll make ya sick, but it's that season so my reason is legit I'm havin' fits, I dream of eatin' bloody pussy clit since I was six I fiend for dead pussy on dick I got the schiz', meanin' I don't give a shit about your bitch That nigga that's from that Blocc, killin' up that cock, so, nigga, shit Baby barbecue ribs and guts, and, uh Don't let me get to deep-fryin' baby nuts Sluts get ate out like a date, these crooked teeth hurt I pull that Tampax string out and straight put in work It wouldn't work without that sick, so page a nigga quick So I can serve you some of that shit and have you murderin' your bitch 'Cause me and Triple Sicx Grew up fuckin' bitches up the gut with that nine millimeter clip Season of the sick, picture this, pussy meat ripped in a pan Full of nigga nuts and guts and intestines and shit I gets to chewin' on that clit, the sick They just can't understand it, it's so outlandish Chewin' them nigga nuts up to cure my fit The human meat fix Bitin' 'til the skin rips, that sick nigga, so sick Livin' dead ever since
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Credits
- Writers
- Brotha Lynch Hung