[Verse 1]
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Mr. Can-opener Mouth
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Chew a nigga up quick
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I'm a syphilis dick
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Nobody can fuck with
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Bloody pussy lips
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Yes I gotta lick it
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I'm coming to your town
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Please buy a ticket
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Been ripping up guts
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But I'm still on this Crip shit
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Staying with my motherfucking Season of da Siccness
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Kill an infant
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[?] an infant
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I'm giving you my ten cents
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Might have to go kill her because I'm tired of this [?]
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Run up in your house nigga,
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All you hear is click click (boom)
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Bloody in the asshole
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Raping all you bitches
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All of you niggas is listening
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But none of y'all niggas gets it
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Mr. Diarrhea nigga,
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All I do is shit shit
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All I do is Crip shit
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Pull it out and nut in it
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Mannibalector pissing
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R Kelly bitches
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Body smelling vicious and get to stinking up the kitchen
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Must've been fucking a dead body cause my pubic hairs is itching
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[Hook]
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[Verse 2]
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I gets to fucking it and cutting it
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Cooking it and slicing it
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Eating it and shitting it
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Season of Da Siccness
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I'm red hot
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I should make my new name 'Syphilis'
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Ask her if she ever got cannibal teeth bit in clitoris
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I spit venom quick
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Black mamba
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Giving niggas the siccness 'til I'm dead like my momma
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My life's been something like a horror flick drama
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So why you think I left a whole family in the sauna?
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Body parts looking like spaghetti sauce, comma
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No evidence, period
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My [?] going to Obama
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Mommy you should have left me
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Killing's my recipe
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Not accessory to
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Ran up in you [?]
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Forehead dot, Hindu
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I burn bread nigga
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That's why I call it grilled cheese
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Put a bitch in the back of the trunk
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Roll up a blunt, I call it kill trees
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Worse than an alligator attack
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Chop em up to alligator souffle now
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Later I put em up in a zip-lock knapsack
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I got a body in a knapsack
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Body On The Floor
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| Brotha Lynch Hung |
