Siccmade Lyrics - Season Of Da Siccness - Brotha Lynch Hung

(Grisly voice) 

Yeah, the Baby Killa's back up in this motherfucka... 

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 motherfucka... 

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 soufle (soofley) a' la dunn 

Motherfuckas 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... 

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(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 can'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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