Sicc & High-Brotha Lynch Hung

Sicc & High - Brotha Lynch Hung [Grisly voice] Yeah, the Baby Killa's back up in this mothaf**ka... 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 mothaf**ka... So peep the mothaf**kin' 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 ????? Mothaf**kas get hung, my bullet weights a ton The Garden Blocc Don, the valley of the slum Tha cannibalistic ni**a that got that 9 millimeter gun That ni**a that ni**a that got them mothaf**kas on the run They thought that I was done but Lynch is not the one To go out from a gunshot wound, ni**a, I'm not done that soon B**ches, 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 ni**a they call Lynch, I got'em niggas fiendin' for my sh*t I empty clips, drinkin', f**kin' with tha splift And it's the ni**a that kill for reason, it's the Season Of The Sicc That's why I got the urge to shoot that p**sy clit And kill that infint, so what is my intent? To show mothaf**kas that livin' life ain't sh*t I guess it gets real sick and eatin' bloody clit, the baby killa sh*t 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 f**k devil in his mouth and eat the sh*t out of his b**ch 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 ni**a, so sick Livin' dead ever since... [Grisly voice] Yeah, do ya want to 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 mothaf**kin' Siccness... So, ya mothaf**kas don't ya forget that sh*t... And don't forget where the Sicc came from... That ni**a Lynch... [Brotha Lynch Hung] I take my mouth off up that cog and trip Cause eatin' dead p**sy clit I make ya sick But it's the Season so my reason is legit I'm havin' fits, I dreamed of eatin' bloody p**sy clit's since I was six I fiend for a dead p**sy on dick, I gotta skits Meanin' I don't give a sh*t about ya biyatch That ni**a that's from tha Blocc, killin' up tha cog, so, ni**a, 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 ni**a quick So I can sell ya some of this sh*t and have ya murderin' ya biyatch Cause me and Tripple-Six grew up f**kin' b**ches up the gut With tha 9-millimater clip, Season Of The Sicc, picture this: P**sy me rip in bed full of nuts and guts and entrails sh*t I guess they chewin' on tha clit, the sick, they just don't understand it So I vanished, chewin' ni**a nuts to cure my fit The human meat fix, bitin' to the skin rips, that sick ni**a, so sick Livin' dead ever since...