[Grisly voice]
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Yeah, the Baby Killa's back up in this motherfucka...
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Straight from tha grave,
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it gets so deep right under the Garden Blocc...
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Oh, me? Ya can just call me Manson...Yeah, we met before...
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But ya forget that I ain't gonna die so I'm back up this motherfucka...
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So peep the mothafuckin' words from the dead man, yeah...
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[Brotha Lynch Hung]
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And when I pack me a gun and, oh, when I was young
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I dreamed of feedin' them niggas soufle (soofley) a' la dunn
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Motherfuckas get hung, my bullet weights a ton
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The Garden Blocc Don, the valley of the slum
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Tha cannibalistic nigga that got that 9 millimeter gun
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That nigga that nigga that got them mothafuckas on the run
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They thought that I was done but Lynch is not the one
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To go out from a gunshot wound, nigga, I'm not done that soon
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Bitches, they come but nut just like the rest, caught one in the chest
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Shoulda wore a vest and, oh, what a bloody mess
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Puffin' off the cess, dealin' with the stress, killin' off the less...
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Fortunate but they trip when my nine gets sick
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Them niggas either die or stay stuck on my dick
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Cause I'm that nigga they call Lynch, I got'em niggas fiendin' for my shit
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I empty clips, drinkin', fuckin' with tha splift
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And it's the nigga that kill for reason, it's the Season Of The Sicc
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That's why I got the urge to shoot that pussy clit
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And kill off that infant, so what is my intent?
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To show them mothafuckas livin' life ain't shit
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I gets to gettin' real sick and eatin' bloody clit, the baby killa shit
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Put 'em in a grave with an empty 40 ounce bottle and don't leave a drip
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Cause livin' with tha Tripple-Six
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Ya learn to fuck devil in his mouth and eat the shit out of his bitch
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And I admit: my brain is kinda sick
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But now I'm like J. Dahmer, I'm chewin' up all the evidence
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I killed to cure my fit, the human meat fix
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Bitin' to the skin rips, that sick nigga, so sick
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Livin' dead ever since...
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[Grisly voice]
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Yeah, do ya wanna know what that Siccness is?
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The Siccness is when you hug your mama and ya dick get hard
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Or you walk in on your baby's mama and she's suckin' your son's dick
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That's the mothafuckin' Siccness...
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So, ya mothafuckas don't ya forget that shit...
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And don't forget where the Sicc came from...
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That nigga Lynch...
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[Brotha Lynch Hung]
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I take my mouth off up that cog and trip
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Cause eatin' dead pussy clit I make ya sick
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But it's the Season so my reason is legit
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I'm havin' fits, I dreamed of eatin' bloody pussy clit's since I was six
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I fiend for a dead pussy on dick, I gotta skits
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Meanin' I don't give a shit about ya biyatch
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That nigga that's from tha Blocc, killin' up tha cog, so, nigga, shii-it
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Baby barbeque ribs and guts and, ah, don't let me get too deep
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Fryin' baby nuts, sluts get ate out alike, dank is what crooked teeth heard
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I pull the Tampax-string out and straight put in work
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It wouldn't work without that sick, so page a nigga quick
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So I can serve ya some of this shit and have ya murderin' ya biyatch
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Cause me and Triple-Six grew up fuckin' bitches up the gut
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With tha 9-millimeter clip, Season of the Sicc, picture this:
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Pussy meat ripped in a pan full of nuts and guts and intestines and shit
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I gets ta chewin' on tha clit, the sick, they just don't understand it
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It's so outlandish, chewin' nigga nuts to cure my fit
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The human meat fix, bitin' 'til the skin rips, that sick nigga, so sick
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Livin' dead ever since...
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Sicc Made
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Brotha Lynch Hung |