Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Siccmade , by - Brotha Lynch Hung. Song from the album SiccMixx, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 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… |