Sic Lyrics

Sic lyrics

Picture a room full of candles, it`s dark inside 
Newspaper clippins on the wall from victims that died 
Blood everywhere 
You can tell the psych be through 
He had darts in their faces up to number fifty two 
Psyco 
Stalking niggas, Tec-9 stays handy 
He would sit inside the park and laugh and give kids candy 
People say he was weird, his mother ill is in the clip 
He always scratched off people names those ones that he killed 
Real slow 
Psych torture style, pass me the scissors, uh 
And cut off microscopic pieces of a mirror 
Out of stomachly 
You can tell the spinal was crumbled 
By the gestures that they made and the words that they mumbled 
Shit like Nip 
Don`t do it 
It`s already dead 
And if his beef is too tight ??? child in their head 
You got this nigga f**ked up 
Ganksta Nip is so bold 
You make him mad, he ?? that 
You watch him run through a house hall, it`s sic 
 
Uh, Rap-A-Lot, Compound, these niggas 
They sic, uh 
Scarface, uh 
This nigga is sic, uh 
Big Chief, Lil J, uh 
My niggas sic, uh 
 
Psyc Ward mercenary 
Stay on them ready 
It takes practice, much training to keep a nail gun steady 
When it clicks it thrills deep 
His blood finna sip 
And bring a hundred thousand mourners and children to weep 
Graveyard`s 
In my slaughterhouse we catch you and beat you 
Mutilation plus bacteria that straight cats hit you 
You can bet that he`s full of healthy humans and mice 
Kinda looking like a fleshy big pot full of rice 
When you stare it up 
Watch this stiff, a terrible smell 
I walk around with a sign, say ?? I got gumble to sell 
Big balls 
Cause more than you eat every beating 
People ask me what ingredients 
I put it in this sh*t 
?It`s to meat? 
Child beef different animals look 
And you can bet his heart came out an insane cook book now I 
Gotcha hook 
They crowed, they ??? 
Makes my food with human flesh like the chinese ?dude? 
This boy is sic 
 
Uh, South side North side East side West side this boy`s sic, uh 
H-Town in the house  
Bushwick that boy`s sic, uh 
It dont` stop 
Master P, Shack: them boys sic 
Lakewood for the track, Le Roy 
Them muthaf**kin` nigga sic 
Compound 
They quick to kill