Luyện nghe bài hát Siccmade

Yeah, the Baby Killa's back up in motherfucka
from tha grave
It gets so deep right under the Garden
Oh, me? Ya can just me Manson, yeah, we met before
But ya forget that I ain't gonna die so I'm back up motherfucka
So peep the mothafuckin' words from the dead man,

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 Don, the valley of the slum

Tha nigga that got that 9 millimeter gun
nigga that nigga that got them mothafuckas on the run
They thought that I was but Lynch is not the one
To go out from a gunshot wound, nigga, I'm not done that

Bitches, they come but nut like the rest, caught one in the chest
Shoulda wore a vest and, oh, what a mess
Puffin' off the cess, with the stress, killin' off the less
Fortunate but they when my nine gets sick

Them niggas either die or stuck on my dick
'Cause I'm that they call Lynch, I got 'em niggas fiendin' for my shit
I empty clips, drinkin', with tha splift
And it's the 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 what is my
To them mothafuckas livin' life ain't shit
I gets to gettin' real sick and eatin' bloody clit, the killa shit

Put 'em in a grave with an empty 40 ounce bottle and don't a drip
livin' with tha Tripple-Six
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 like J. Dahmer, I'm 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 you hug your mama and ya dick get hard
Or you walk in on your baby's mama and suckin' your son's dick
the mothafuckin' Siccness.

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

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

I for a dead pussy on dick, I gotta skits
Meanin' I don't give a shit about ya
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 crooked teeth heard
I pull the out and straight put in work
It work without that sick, so page a nigga quick
So I can serve ya some of this shit and have ya ya biyatch

'Cause me and Triple-Six up fuckin' bitches up the gut
With tha clip, Season of the Sicc, picture this:
Pussy meat ripped in a pan full of and guts and intestines and shit
I gets ta chewin' on tha clit, the sick, just don't understand it

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