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