Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Siccmade, artist - Brotha Lynch Hung. Album song SiccMixx, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 28.06.2004
Record label: Orchard
Song language: English
Siccmade |
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… |
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… |
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… |
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… |