Siccmade House

Yeah, the

Baby Killa's back up in this ***********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 ain't gonna die so

I'm back up this ***********a...

So peep the ***********' 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 suflet a la gun

***********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 ***********as on the run

They thought that

I was done but

Lynch is not the one

To go out from a gunshot wound, ***********,

I'm not done that soon

***********, they come but nut like the rest, caught one in the 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 ***********s either die or stays back off my ***********

Cause I'm that *********** they call

Lynch, I got'em ***********s fiendin' for my ***********t

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

And it's the *********** that kill for reason, it's the

Season Of

The Sicc That's why

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

And kill that infint, so what is my intent?

To show ***********as that livin' life ain't ***********t

I guess it gets real sick and eatin' bloody ***********, the baby killa ***********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 *********** devil in his mouth and eat the ***********t out of his ***********

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 ***********, 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 *********** that whore...

All ya do is walkin' with ya baby's mama and she's suckin' ya sons ***********...

That's the ***********'

Siccness...

So, ya ***********as don't ya forget that ***********t...

And don't 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 it's the

Season so my reason is legit

I'm havin' fits,

I dreamed of eatin' bloody *********** ***********'s since

I was six

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

I gotta skits

Meanin' I don't give a ***********t about ya biyatch

That *********** that's from tha

Blocc, killin' up tha cog, so, ***********, ***********i-it

Baby barbeque ribs and guts and, ah, don't 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

And puttin' work without that sick, so page a *********** quick

So I can sell ya some of this ***********t and have ya murderin' ya biyatch

Cause me and

Tripple-Six grew up ***********' *********** up the gut

With tha 9-millimater clip,

Season Of

The Sicc, picture this:

*********** meat ripped in pan full of **** and guts and entrails ***********t

I guess they chewin' on tha ***********, the sick, they just don't understand it it's so outlandish, chewin' *********** **** to cure my fit

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

Livin' dead ever since