Brotha Lynch Hung Siccmade Lyrics

[Grisly voice]
Yeah, the Baby Killa's back up in this m_________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 m_________a...
So peep the m________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 n____s soufle (soofley) a' la dunn
m_________as get hung, my bullet weights a ton
The Garden Blocc Don, the valley of the slum
Tha cannibalistic n____ that got that 9 millimeter gun
That n____ that n____ that got them m________as on the run
They thought that I was done but Lynch is not the one
To go out from a gunshot wound, n____, I'm not done that soon
b____es, they come but nut just like the rest, caught one in the chest
Shoulda wore a vest and, oh, what a b_____ mess
Puffin' off the cess, dealin' with the stress, killin' off the less...
Fortunate but they trip when my nine gets sick
Them n____s either die or stay stuck on my d___
Cause I'm that n____ they call Lynch, I got'em n____s fiendin' for my s___
I empty clips, drinkin', f___in' with tha splift
And it's the n____ that kill for reason, it's the Season Of The Sicc
That's why I got the urge to shoot that p____ c___
And kill off that infant, so what is my intent?
To show them m________as livin' life ain't s___
I gets to gettin' real sick and eatin' b_____ c___, the baby killa s___
Put 'em in a grave with an empty 40 ounce bottle and don't leave a drip
Cause livin' with tha Tripple-Six
Ya learn to f___ devil in his mouth and eat the s___ out of his b____
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 n____, 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 d___ get hard
Or you walk in on your baby's mama and she's suckin' your son's d___
That's the m________in' Siccness...
So, ya m________as don't ya forget that s___...
And don't forget where the Sicc came from...
That n____ Lynch...

[Brotha Lynch Hung]
I take my mouth off up that cog and trip
Cause eatin' dead p____ c___ I make ya sick
But it's the Season so my reason is legit
I'm havin' fits, I dreamed of eatin' b_____ p____ c___'s since I was six
I fiend for a dead p____ on d___, I gotta skits
Meanin' I don't give a s___ about ya biyatch
That n____ that's from tha Blocc, killin' up tha cog, so, n____, shii-it
Baby barbeque ribs and guts and, ah, don't let me get too deep
Fryin' baby nuts, s___s get ate out alike, dank is what crooked teeth heard
I pull the Tampax-string out and straight put in work
It wouldn't work without that sick, so page a n____ quick
So I can serve ya some of this s___ and have ya murderin' ya biyatch
Cause me and Triple-Six grew up f___in' b____es up the gut
With tha 9-millimeter clip, Season of the Sicc, picture this:
p____ meat ripped in a pan full of nuts and guts and intestines and s___
I gets ta chewin' on tha c___, the sick, they just don't understand it
It's so outlandish, chewin' n____ nuts to cure my fit
The human meat fix, bitin' 'til the skin rips, that sick n____, so sick
Livin' dead ever since...