Luyện nghe bài hát Siccmade

Yeah, the Baby back up in this motherfucka
Straight tha grave
It so deep 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 up this motherfucka
So the mothafuckin' words from the dead man, yeah

And when I pack me a gun and oh, 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 got that 9 millimeter gun
nigga that nigga that got them mothafuckas on the run
They that I was done but Lynch is not the one
To go out from a wound, nigga, I'm not done that soon

Bitches, they come but nut just like the rest, caught one in the
Shoulda wore a and, oh, what a bloody mess
Puffin' off the cess, dealin' with the stress, killin' off the
Fortunate but they trip when my 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 empty clips, drinkin', fuckin' with tha
And it's the nigga kill for reason, it's the Season Of The Sicc

That's why I got the urge to that pussy clit
And off that infant, so what is my intent?
To show mothafuckas livin' life ain't shit
I gets to gettin' real sick and eatin' bloody clit, the baby shit

Put 'em in a grave with an empty 40 ounce bottle and don't leave a
'Cause livin' with tha
Ya to fuck devil in his mouth and eat the shit out of his bitch
And I admit, my is kinda sick

But now I'm J. Dahmer, I'm chewin' up all the evidence
I killed to my fit, the human meat fix
Bitin' to the rips, that sick nigga, so sick
Livin' dead since

Yeah, do ya wanna know what that is?
The Siccness is when you hug your mama and ya dick get
Or you walk in on your mama and she's suckin' your son's dick
That's the Siccness.

So, ya mothafuckas don't ya that shit
And don't where the Sicc came from
That nigga

I take my mouth off up cog and trip
'Cause eatin' pussy clit I make ya sick
But the Season so my reason is legit
I'm fits, I dreamed of eatin' bloody pussy clit's since I was six

I fiend for a dead on dick, I gotta skits
Meanin' I don't give a shit ya biyatch
That nigga from tha Blocc, killin' up tha cog, so, nigga, shit
Baby ribs and guts and ah, don't let me get too deep

Fryin' nuts, sluts get ate out alike
Dank is what crooked teeth
I pull the Tampax-string out and straight put in
It wouldn't work without that sick, so 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
tha 9-millimeter 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, just don't understand it

It's so outlandish, chewin' nigga nuts to my fit
The human meat fix, bitin' 'til the skin
That nigga, so sick
Livin' dead since