Sicc Made

(album: Season Of Da Siccness: The Resurrection - 1995)

[Grisly voice]
Yeah, the Baby Killa's back up in this motherfucka...
Straight from tha grave,
it gets so deep right under the Garden Blocc...
Oh, me? Ya can just call me Manson...Yeah, we met before...
But ya forget that I ain't gonna die so I'm back up this motherfucka...
So peep the mothafucking words from the dead man, yeah...

[Brotha Lynch Hung]
And when I pack me a gun and, oh, when I was young
I dreamed of feeding them niggas soufle (soofley) a' la dunn
Motherfuckas get hung, my bullet weights a ton
The Garden Blocc Don, the valley of the slum
Tha cannibalistic nigga that got that 9 millimeter gun
That nigga that nigga that got them mothafuckas on the run
They thought that I was done but Lynch is not the one
To go out from a gunshot wound, nigga, I'm not done that soon
Bitches, they come but nut just like the rest, caught one in the chest
Shoulda wore a vest and, oh, what a bloody mess
Puffing off the cess, dealing with the stress, killing off the less...
Fortunate but they trip when my nine gets sick
Them niggas either die or stay stuck on my dick
Cause I'm that nigga they call Lynch, I got'em niggas fiending for my shit
I empty clips, drinking, fucking with tha splift
And it's the nigga that kill for reason, it's the Season Of The Sicc
That's why I got the urge to shoot that pussy clit
And kill off that infant, so what is my intent?
To show them mothafuckas living life ain't shit
I gets to getting real sick and eating bloody clit, the baby killa shit
Put 'em in a grave with an empty 40 ounce bottle and don't leave a drip
Cause living with tha Tripple-Six
Ya learn to fuck devil in his mouth and eat the shit out of his bitch
And I admit: my brain is kinda sick
But now I'm like J. Dahmer, I'm chewing up all the evidence
I killed to cure my fit, the human meat fix
Biting to the skin rips, that sick nigga, so sick
Living dead ever since...

[Grisly voice]
Yeah, do ya wanna know what that Siccness is?
The Siccness is when you hug your mama and ya dick get hard
Or you walk in on your baby's mama and she's sucking your son's dick
That's the mothafucking Siccness...
So, ya mothafuckas don't ya forget that shit...
And don't forget where the Sicc came from...
That nigga Lynch...

[Brotha Lynch Hung]
I take my mouth off up that cog and trip
Cause eating dead pussy clit I make ya sick
But it's the Season so my reason is legit
I'm having fits, I dreamed of eating bloody pussy clit's since I was six
I fiend for a dead pussy on dick, I gotta skits
Meaning I don't give a shit about ya biyatch
That nigga that's from tha Blocc, killing up tha cog, so, nigga, shii-it
Baby barbeque ribs and guts and, ah, don't let me get too deep
Frying baby nuts, sluts get ate out alike, dank is what crooked teeth heard
I pull the Tampax-string out and straight put in work
It wouldn't work without that sick, so page a nigga quick
So I can serve ya some of this shit and have ya murdering ya biyatch
Cause me and Triple-Six grew up fucking bitches up the gut
With tha 9-millimeter clip, Season of the Sicc, picture this:
Pussy meat ripped in a pan full of nuts and guts and intestines and shit
I gets ta chewing on tha clit, the sick, they just don't understand it
It's so outlandish, chewing nigga nuts to cure my fit
The human meat fix, biting 'til the skin rips, that sick nigga, so sick
Living dead ever since...