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