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Текст песни Brotha Lunch Hung - Siccmade

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[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 mothafuckin` words from the dead man, yeah...[Brotha Lynch Hung]And when I pack me a gun and, oh, when I was youngI dreamed of feedin` them niggas soufle (soofley) a` la dunnMotherfuckas get hung, my bullet weights a tonThe Garden Blocc Don, the valley of the slumTha cannibalistic nigga that got that 9 millimeter gunThat nigga that nigga that got them mothafuckas on the runThey thought that I was done but Lynch is not the oneTo go out from a gunshot wound, nigga, I`m not done that soonBitches, they come but nut just like the rest, caught one in the chestShoulda wore a vest and, oh, what a bloody messPuffin` off the cess, dealin` with the stress, killin` off the less...Fortunate but they trip when my nine gets sickThem niggas either die or stay stuck on my dickCause I`m that nigga they call Lynch, I got`em niggas fiendin` for my shitI empty clips, drinkin`, fuckin` with tha spliftAnd it`s the nigga that kill for reason, it`s the Season Of The SiccThat`s why I got the urge to shoot that pussy clitAnd kill off that infant, so what is my intent?To show them mothafuckas livin` life ain`t shitI gets to gettin` real sick and eatin` bloody clit, the baby killa shitPut `em in a grave with an empty 40 ounce bottle and don`t leave a dripCause livin` with tha Tripple-SixYa learn to fuck devil in his mouth and eat the shit out of his bitchAnd I admit: my brain is kinda sickBut now I`m like J. Dahmer, I`m chewin` up all the evidenceI killed to cure my fit, the human meat fixBitin` to the skin rips, that sick nigga, so sickLivin` 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 hardOr you walk in on your baby`s mama and she`s suckin` your son`s dickThat`s the mothafuckin` 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 tripCause eatin` dead pussy clit I make ya sickBut it`s the Season so my reason is legitI`m havin` fits, I dreamed of eatin` bloody pussy clit`s since I was sixI fiend for a dead pussy on dick, I gotta skitsMeanin` I don`t give a shit about ya biyatchThat nigga that`s from tha Blocc, killin` up tha cog, so, nigga, shii-itBaby barbeque ribs and guts and, ah, don`t let me get too deepFryin` baby nuts, sluts get ate out alike, dank is what crooked teeth heardI pull the Tampax-string out and straight put in workIt wouldn`t work without that sick, so page a nigga quickSo I can serve ya some of this shit and have ya murderin` ya biyatchCause me and Triple-Six grew up fuckin` bitches up the gutWith tha 9-millimeter clip, Season of the Sicc, picture this:Pussy meat ripped in a pan full of nuts and guts and intestines and shitI gets ta chewin` on tha clit, the sick, they just don`t understand itIt`s so outlandish, chewin` nigga nuts to cure my fitThe human meat fix, bitin` `til the skin rips, that sick nigga, so sickLivin` dead ever since...

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