ฟังเพลงSiccmade (Explicit)

Sicc Made - Brotha Lynch Hung

Yeah the baby killa＇s back up in this mutha*****

Straight from the grave the grave dug so deep way down in da Garden Blocc

Oh me you can just call me Manson yeah we met before

Thought you devils don＇t die so I＇m bacc up in this mutha*****

So peep the mutha****** words from a dead man Yeah

And when I pack me a gun and oh when I was young

I dreamed of feedin them niggaz all ***** nutz and suflt alaton

Mutha****** get hung

My bullet weighs a ton

The Garden Blocc don

The valley of the slum

That cannibalistic ***** that got that 9 millameter gun

That ***** that ***** that got them mutha****** 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

Bithes they cum but nut just like 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 9 get sick

Them niggaz either die or stay stuck up on my ****

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

I got them niggaz feinin for my ****

I empty clips drink and **** with that spliff

And it＇s the ***** that kill for the reason it＇s the season of the sicc

That＇s why I got the urge to shoot that ***** clit

And kill off the infant

So what is my intent

To show that mutha****** livin life aint ****

I gets to gettin real sicc

And eatin bloody clit the baby killa ****

Put em＇ in a grave in a empty 40 ounce bottle and don＇t leave a drip

Cause livin with that Triple Sicx

You learn to **** the devil in his mouth and eat the **** 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

And I killed to cure my fit the human meat fix

Bitin till the skin rips

That sick ***** so sick livin dead ever since

Yeah Y＇all wanna know what the siccness is

The siccness is when you hug your momma and your **** get hard

Or when you walk in on your baby＇s momma and she＇s suckin your son＇s ****

That＇s the mutha****** siccness

So y＇all niggaz don＇t **** and don＇t forget where that **** came from

That ***** Lynch

I take my mouth up out that cott

And trip cause eatin dead ***** clit＇ll make ya sick

But it＇s that season so my reason is legit

I＇m havin fits I dreamed of eatin bloody ***** clit＇s since I was 6

I feined for dead ***** on my ****

I got the skitz meanin I don＇t give a **** about your biatch

That ***** that＇s from that Blocc killin up that cott so ***** ****

Baby bar-b-que ribs and guts and uh

Don＇t let me get to deep fryin baby nuts

Sluts get ate out like a date these crooked teeth hurt

I pull that tampax string out and straight put in work

It wouldn＇t work without that sicc

So page a ***** quick so I can serve you some of that ****

And have mudering your biatch

Cause me and Triple Sicx

Grew up ****** ******* up the gut with that 9 millameter clip

Season of the sicc

Picture this

***** meat ripped in a pan

Full of ***** nuts and guts and intestines and ****

I gets to chewin on that clit the sicc

They just can＇t understand it

It＇s so outlandish chewin up niggaz nuts to cure my fit

The human meat fix bitin till the skin rips

That sicc ***** so sicc livin dead ever since