Sicc Made

<[grisly voice]

Yeah, the baby killas 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 aint gonna die so Im 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&nbsp;?&nbsp;?&nbsp;?&nbsp;?&nbsp;?

***********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, ***********, Im not done that soon

***********, 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 ***********t

I empty clips, drinkin, *********** 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 ***********as livin life aint ***********t

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

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 ***********t 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 *********** siccness...

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

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 ***********t about ya biyatch

That *********** thats from tha blocc, killin up tha cog, so, ***********, ***********i-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 ***********t and have ya murderin ya biyatch

Cause me and triple-six grew up *********** *********** 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 ***********t

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...>