Siccmade Lyrics

Siccmade lyrics

[Grisly voice]
Yeah, the Baby Killa's back up in this
mothafucka...
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
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
shit
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
dick...
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
six
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,
shii-it
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
heard
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
it
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...