Sicc Made

<[grisly voice]

Yeah, the baby killas back up in this motha****a...

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 aint gonna die so Im back up this motha****a...

So peep the motha****in 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 *****s *****s with a&nbsp;?&nbsp;?&nbsp;?&nbsp;?&nbsp;?

Motha****as get hung, my bullet weights a ton

The garden blocc don, the valley of the slum

Tha cannibalistic ***** that got that 9 millimeter gun

That ***** that ***** that got them motha****as on the run

They thought that I was done but lynch is not the one

To go out from a gunshot wound, *****, Im not done that soon

*****es, they come but nut just like the rest, caught one in the chest

Shoulda wore 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 *****s either die or stay stuck on my ****

Cause Im that ***** they call lynch, I gotem *****s fiendin for my ****

I empty clips, drinkin, ****in with tha splift

And its the ***** that kill for reason, its the season of the sicc

Thats why I got the urge to shoot that ***** ****

And kill off that infant, so what is my intent?

To show them motha****as livin life aint ****

I gets to gettin real sick and eatin bloody ****, the baby killa ****

Put em in a grave with an empty 40 ounce bottle and dont leave a drip

Cause livin with tha tripple-six

Ya learn to **** devil in his mouth and eat the **** out of his *****

And I admit: my brain is kinda sick

But now Im like j. dahmer, Im chewin up all the evidence

I killed to cure my fit, the human meat fix

Bitin to the skin rips, that sick *****, so sick

Livin dead ever since...

[grisly voice]

Yeah, do ya wanna know what that siccness is?

The siccness is when you hug your mama and ya **** get hard

Or you walk in on your babys mama and shes suckin your sons ****

Thats the motha****in siccness...

So, ya motha****as dont ya forget that ****...

And dont forget where the sicc came from...

That ***** lynch...

[brotha lynch hung]

I take my mouth off up that cog and trip

Cause eatin dead ***** **** I make ya sick

But its the season so my reason is legit

Im havin fits, I dreamed of eatin bloody ***** ****s since I was six

I fiend for a dead ***** on ****, I gotta skits

Meanin I dont give a **** about ya biyatch

That ***** thats from tha blocc, killin up tha cog, so, *****, shii-it

Baby barbeque ribs and guts and, ah, dont let me get too deep

Fryin baby ****, ***** get ate out alike, dank is what crooked teeth heard

I pull the tampax-string out and straight put in work

It wouldnt work without that sick, so page a ***** quick

So I can serve ya some of this **** and have ya murderin ya biyatch

Cause me and triple-six grew up ****in *****es up the gut

With tha 9-millimeter clip, season of the sicc, picture this:

***** meat ripped in a pan full of **** and guts and intestines and ****

I gets ta chewin on tha ****, the sick, they just dont understand it

Its so outlandish, chewin ***** **** to cure my fit

The human meat fix, bitin til the skin rips, that sick *****, so sick

Livin dead ever since...>