作曲 : Kevin Mann
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Yeah, the baby killas back up in this mother****er..
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 aint gonna die so Im back up this mother****er..
So peep the *********** words from the dead man, yeah...
And when I pack me a gun and, oh, when I was young
I dreamed of feedin them niggas niggas with a ? ? ? ?
Siccmade, Brotha Lynch Hung, Season of Da Siccness: The Resurrection, ***********as get hung, my bullet weights a to
The garden blocc don, the valley of the slum
Tha cannibalistic *********** that got that 9 millimeter gun
That *********** that *********** that got them ***********as on the run
They thought that I was done but lynch is not the one
To go out from a gunshot wound, ***********, Im not done that soon
***********, they come but nut just like the rest, caught one in the chest
Shoulda wore a vest and, oh, what a bloody mess
Puffin off the cess, dealin with the stress, killin off the less...
Fortunate but they trip when my nine gets sick
Them ***********s either die or stay stuck on my ***********
Cause Im that *********** they call lynch, I gotem ***********s fiendin for my ***********t
Siccmade, Brotha Lynch Hung, Season of Da Siccness: The Resurrection, I gets to gettin real sick and eatin bloody ***********, the baby killa *********
And its the *********** that kill for reason, its the season of the sicc
Thats why I got the urge to shoot that *********** ***********
And kill off that infant, so what is my intent?
To show them ***********as livin life aint ***********t
Siccmade, Brotha Lynch Hung, Season of Da Siccness: The Resurrection, I gets to gettin real sick and eatin bloody ***********, the baby killa *********t
Put em in a grave with an empty 40 ounce bottle and dont leave a drip
Cause livin with tha tripple-six
Ya learn to *********** devil in his mouth and eat the ***********t out of his ***********
And I admit: my brain is kinda sick
But now Im like j. dahmer, Im chewin up all the evidence
I killed to cure my fit, the human meat fix
Bitin to the skin rips, that sick ***********, so sick
Livin dead ever since...
Yeah, do ya wanna know what that siccness is?
The siccness is when you hug your mama and ya *********** get hard
Or you walk in on your babys mama and shes suckin your sons ***********
Thats the ****ing siccness..
So, ya b*****s dont ya forget that shit..
And dont forget where the sicc came from...
That ****ing lynch..
I take my mouth off up that cog and trip
Cause eatin dead mother****ing bodies I make ya sic
But its the season so my reason is legit
Im havin fits, I dreamed of eatin bloody mother****ing guts since I was si
I fiend for a dead mother****er on mother****in, I gotta skit
Meanin I dont give a mother****ing about ya biyatc
That mother****er thats from tha blocc, killin up tha cog, so, mother****er, mother****eri-i
Baby barbeque ribs and guts and, ah, dont let me get too deep
Fryin baby ****, ***** get ate out alike, dank is what crooked teeth heard
I pull the tampax-string out and straight put in work
It wouldnt work without that sick, so page a mother****er quic
So I can serve ya some of this mother****ingt and have ya murderin ya biyatc
Cause me and triple-six grew up mother****ing mother****er up the gu
With tha 9-millimeter clip, season of the sicc, picture this:
Mother****ing meat ripped in a pan full of shit and guts and intestines and mother****
I gets ta chewin on tha mother****er, the sick, they just dont understand i
Siccmade, Brotha Lynch Hung, Season of Da Siccness: The Resurrection, Its so outlandish, chewin mother****er **** to cure my
The human meat fix, bitin til the skin rips, that sick mother****er, so sic
Livin dead ever since...>
作曲 : Kevin Mann
<[grisly voice]
Yeah, the baby killas back up in this mother****er..
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 aint gonna die so Im back up this mother****er..
So peep the *********** 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 feedin them niggas niggas with a ? ? ? ?
Siccmade, Brotha Lynch Hung, Season of Da Siccness: The Resurrection, ***********as get hung, my bullet weights a to
The garden blocc don, the valley of the slum
Tha cannibalistic *********** that got that 9 millimeter gun
That *********** that *********** that got them ***********as on the run
They thought that I was done but lynch is not the one
To go out from a gunshot wound, ***********, Im not done that soon
***********, they come but nut just like the rest, caught one in the chest
Shoulda wore a vest and, oh, what a bloody mess
Puffin off the cess, dealin with the stress, killin off the less...
Fortunate but they trip when my nine gets sick
Them ***********s either die or stay stuck on my ***********
Cause Im that *********** they call lynch, I gotem ***********s fiendin for my ***********t
Siccmade, Brotha Lynch Hung, Season of Da Siccness: The Resurrection, I gets to gettin real sick and eatin bloody ***********, the baby killa *********
And its the *********** that kill for reason, its the season of the sicc
Thats why I got the urge to shoot that *********** ***********
And kill off that infant, so what is my intent?
To show them ***********as livin life aint ***********t
Siccmade, Brotha Lynch Hung, Season of Da Siccness: The Resurrection, I gets to gettin real sick and eatin bloody ***********, the baby killa *********t
Put em in a grave with an empty 40 ounce bottle and dont leave a drip
Cause livin with tha tripple-six
Ya learn to *********** devil in his mouth and eat the ***********t out of his ***********
And I admit: my brain is kinda sick
But now Im like j. dahmer, Im chewin up all the evidence
I killed to cure my fit, the human meat fix
Bitin to the skin rips, that sick ***********, so sick
Livin dead ever since...
[grisly voice]
Yeah, do ya wanna know what that siccness is?
The siccness is when you hug your mama and ya *********** get hard
Or you walk in on your babys mama and shes suckin your sons ***********
Thats the ****ing siccness..
So, ya b*****s dont ya forget that shit..
And dont forget where the sicc came from...
That ****ing lynch..
[brotha lynch hung]
I take my mouth off up that cog and trip
Cause eatin dead mother****ing bodies I make ya sic
But its the season so my reason is legit
Im havin fits, I dreamed of eatin bloody mother****ing guts since I was si
I fiend for a dead mother****er on mother****in, I gotta skit
Meanin I dont give a mother****ing about ya biyatc
That mother****er thats from tha blocc, killin up tha cog, so, mother****er, mother****eri-i
Baby barbeque ribs and guts and, ah, dont let me get too deep
Fryin baby ****, ***** get ate out alike, dank is what crooked teeth heard
I pull the tampax-string out and straight put in work
It wouldnt work without that sick, so page a mother****er quic
So I can serve ya some of this mother****ingt and have ya murderin ya biyatc
Cause me and triple-six grew up mother****ing mother****er up the gu
With tha 9-millimeter clip, season of the sicc, picture this:
Mother****ing meat ripped in a pan full of shit and guts and intestines and mother****
I gets ta chewin on tha mother****er, the sick, they just dont understand i
Siccmade, Brotha Lynch Hung, Season of Da Siccness: The Resurrection, Its so outlandish, chewin mother****er **** to cure my
The human meat fix, bitin til the skin rips, that sick mother****er, so sic
Livin dead ever since...>