Brotha Lynch Hung - Siccmade Lyrics
[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 youngI dreamed of feedin them niggas niggas with a ? ? ? ? ?Motha*****as get hung, my bullet weights a tonThe garden blocc don, the valley of the slumTha cannibalistic nigga that got that 9 millimeter gunThat nigga that nigga that got them motha*****as on the runThey thought that I was done but lynch is not the oneTo go out from a gunshot wound, nigga, Im not done that soon*****es, they come but nut just like the rest, caught one in the chestShoulda wore a vest and, oh, what a bloody messPuffin off the cess, dealin with the stress, killin off the less...Fortunate but they trip when my nine gets sickThem niggas either die or stay stuck on my dickCause Im that nigga they call lynch, I gotem niggas fiendin for my shitI empty clips, drinkin, *****in with tha spliftAnd its the nigga that kill for reason, its the season of the siccThats why I got the urge to shoot that ***** clitAnd kill off that infant, so what is my intent?To show them motha*****as livin life aint shitI gets to gettin real sick and eatin bloody clit, the baby killa shitPut em in a grave with an empty 40 ounce bottle and dont leave a dripCause livin with tha tripple-sixYa learn to ***** devil in his mouth and eat the shit out of his *****And I admit: my brain is kinda sickBut now Im like j. dahmer, Im chewin up all the evidenceI killed to cure my fit, the human meat fixBitin to the skin rips, that sick nigga, so sickLivin dead ever since...[grisly voice]Yeah, do ya wanna know what that siccness is?The siccness is when you hug your mama and ya dick get hardOr you walk in on your babys mama and shes suckin your sons dickThats the motha*****in siccness...So, ya motha*****as dont ya forget that shit...And dont forget where the sicc came from...That nigga lynch...[brotha lynch hung]I take my mouth off up that cog and tripCause eatin dead ***** clit I make ya sickBut its the season so my reason is legitIm havin fits, I dreamed of eatin bloody ***** clits since I was sixI fiend for a dead ***** on dick, I gotta skitsMeanin I dont give a shit about ya biyatchThat nigga thats from tha blocc, killin up tha cog, so, nigga, shii-itBaby barbeque ribs and guts and, ah, dont let me get too deepFryin baby nuts, sluts get ate out alike, dank is what crooked teeth heardI pull the tampax-string out and straight put in workIt wouldnt work without that sick, so page a nigga quickSo I can serve ya some of this shit and have ya murderin ya biyatchCause me and triple-six grew up *****in *****es up the gutWith tha 9-millimeter clip, season of the sicc, picture this:***** meat ripped in a pan full of nuts and guts and intestines and shitI gets ta chewin on tha clit, the sick, they just dont understand itIts so outlandish, chewin nigga nuts to cure my fitThe human meat fix, bitin til the skin rips, that sick nigga, so sickLivin dead ever since...
