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Brotha Lynch Hung Miscellaneous Siccmade [grisly voice] Yeah, the baby killa's back up in this mothafucka... 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 mothafucka... So peep the mothafuckin' 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 niggas niggas with a ????? Mothafuckas get hung, my bullet weights a ton The garden blocc don, the valley of the slum Tha cannibalistic nigga that got that 9 millimeter gun That nigga that nigga that got them mothafuckas on the run They thought that i was done but lynch is not the one To go out from a gunshot wound, nigga, i'm not done that soon Bitches, 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 niggas either die or stay stuck on my dick Cause i'm that nigga they call lynch, i got'em niggas fiendin' for my shit I empty clips, drinkin', fuckin' with tha splift And it's the nigga that kill for reason, it's the season of the sicc That's why i got the urge to shoot that pussy clit And kill off that infant, so what is my intent? To show them mothafuckas livin' life ain't shit I gets to gettin' real sick and eatin' bloody clit, the baby killa shit 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 fuck devil in his mouth and eat the shit out of his bitch 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 nigga, 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 dick get hard Or you walk in on your baby's mama and she's suckin' your son's dick That's the mothafuckin' siccness... So, ya mothafuckas don't ya forget that shit... And don't forget where the sicc came from... That nigga lynch... [brotha lynch hung] I take my mouth off up that cog and trip Cause eatin' dead pussy clit i make ya sick But it's the season so my reason is legit I'm havin' fits, i dreamed of eatin' bloody pussy clit's since i was six I fiend for a dead pussy on dick, i gotta skits Meanin' i don't give a shit about ya biyatch That nigga that's from tha blocc, killin' up tha cog, so, nigga, shii-it Baby barbeque ribs and guts and, ah, don't let me get too deep Fryin' baby nuts, sluts 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 nigga quick So i can serve ya some of this shit and have ya murderin' ya biyatch Cause me and triple-six grew up fuckin' bitches up the gut With tha 9-millimeter clip, season of the sicc, picture this: Pussy meat ripped in a pan full of nuts and guts and intestines and shit I gets ta chewin' on tha clit, the sick, they just don't understand it It's so outlandish, chewin' nigga nuts to cure my fit The human meat fix, bitin' 'til the skin rips, that sick nigga, so sick Livin' dead ever since... |
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