Luyện nghe bài hát Siccmade

Yeah, the Baby Killa's back up in motherfucka
Straight from tha
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 up this motherfucka
So peep the mothafuckin' words from the man, yeah

And when I pack me a gun and oh, I was young
I dreamt of feedin' them up of niggas nuts and soufley a' la dun
Motherfuckas get hung, my weights a ton
The Garden Don, the valley of the slum

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

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

niggas either die or stay stuck on my dick
'Cause I'm nigga they call Lynch, I got 'em niggas fiendin' for my shit
I clips, drinkin', fuckin' with tha splift
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 them mothafuckas life ain't shit
I gets to gettin' real sick and bloody clit, the baby 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 devil in his and eat the shit out of his bitch
And I admit, my brain is sick

But now I'm like J. Dahmer, I'm chewin' up all the
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 what that is?
The Siccness is when you hug your mama and ya 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 forget that
And don't forget where the Sicc from
That nigga

I my mouth off up that cog and trip
'Cause eatin' dead pussy clit I make ya
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 shit about ya
That that's from tha Blocc, killin' up tha cog, so, nigga, shit
Baby barbeque and guts and ah, don't let me get too deep

baby nuts, sluts get ate out alike
Dank is crooked teeth heard
I pull the out and straight put in work
It wouldn't without that sick, so page a nigga quick
So I can serve ya some of this shit and have ya murderin' ya

'Cause me and Triple-Six grew up fuckin' up the gut
With tha 9-millimeter clip, 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, they don't understand it

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