Luyện nghe bài hát Siccmade

Yeah, the Baby Killa's back up in motherfucka
Straight 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 gonna die so I'm back up this motherfucka
So peep the mothafuckin' from the dead man, yeah

And I pack me a gun and oh, when I was young
I dreamt of feedin' niggas up of niggas nuts and soufley a' la dun
get hung, my bullet weights 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 thought that I was done but is not the one
To go out from a gunshot wound, nigga, I'm not that soon

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

Them niggas die or stay stuck on my dick
'Cause I'm that they call Lynch, I got 'em niggas fiendin' for my shit
I clips, drinkin', fuckin' with tha splift
And it's the nigga that for reason, it's the Season Of The Sicc

That's why I got the to shoot that pussy clit
And kill off that infant, so is my intent?
To show them mothafuckas livin' life ain't
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
'Cause livin' with tha
Ya learn to fuck 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 to cure my fit, the human meat fix
to the skin rips, that sick nigga, so sick
Livin' dead since

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

So, ya mothafuckas ya forget that shit
And forget where the Sicc came from
nigga Lynch

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

I for a dead pussy on dick, I gotta skits
Meanin' I don't give a about 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
Dank is what crooked teeth
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

me and Triple-Six grew 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 and intestines and shit
I gets ta chewin' on tha clit, the sick, they don't understand it

so outlandish, chewin' nigga nuts to cure my fit
The meat fix, bitin' 'til the skin rips
That nigga, so sick
dead ever since