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Verse 1
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[Grisly voice]
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Yeah, the Baby Killa's back up
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in this mothafucka...
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Straight from tha grave,
Verse 2
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it gets so deep right under the Garden
Blocc...
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Oh, me? Ya can just call me
Verse 3
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Manson...Yeah, we met before...
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But ya forget that I ain't gon
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na die so
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I'm back up this mothafucka...
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So peep
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the mothafuckin' words
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from the dead man, yeah...
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[Brotha Lynch
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Hung]
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And when I pack me a gun and,
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oh, when I was young
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I dreamed of feedin' them niggas
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niggas with a ?????
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Mothafuckas get hung,
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my bullet weights a ton
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The Garden Blocc Don,
the valley of the slum
Verse 11
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Tha cannibalistic nigga that got
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that 9 millimeter gun
Verse 12
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That nigga that nigga that got them
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mothafuckas on the run
Verse 13
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They thought that I was done
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Cm
Ab
but Lynch is not the one
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To go out from a gunshot wound, nigga,
I'm not done that soon
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Bitches, they come but not like the rest,
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got one in a chest
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Shoulda wear a vest and, oh,
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what a bloody mess
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Puffin' off the
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cess, dealin' with the stress,
killin' off the less...
Verse 18
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Fortunate but they trip when
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my nine gets sick
Verse 19
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Them niggas either die or stays
back off my dick
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Cause I'm that nigga they call Lynch,
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I got'em niggas fiendin' for my
shit
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I empty clips, drinkin',
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fuckin' with tha splift
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And it's the nigga that kill for reason,
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Ab
it's the Season Of The Sicc
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That's why I got the urge to
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shoot that pussy clit
Verse 24
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And kill that infint, so what is my intent?
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To show mothafuckas that
livin' life ain't shit
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I guess it gets real sick and eatin' bloody
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clit, the baby killa shit
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Put'em in a grave with an empty 40 ounce
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bottle and won't even trip
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Cause livin' with tha Tripple- Six
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Ya learn to fuck
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devil in his mouth
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and eat the shit out of his bitch
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And I admit: my brain is kinda sick
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But now I'm like J. Dahmer,
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I'm chewin' up all the evidence
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I killed to cure my fit,
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the human meat fix
Verse 33
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Bitin' to the skin rips,
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that sick nigga, so sick
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Livin' dead ever since...
Verse 34
Cm
[Grisly voice]
Yeah, do ya want to know what
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that Siccness is?
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Ab
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That Siccness is when ya hug ya mama
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and ya dick that whore...
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All ya do is walkin' with ya baby's
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mama and she's suckin' ya sons
dick...
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That's the mothafuckin' Siccness...
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So, ya mothafuckas don't ya forget that
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shit...
Verse 39
Cm
And don't forget where the
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Sicc came from...
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That nigga Lynch...
[Brotha Lynch Hung]
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I take my mouth off up that
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cog and trip
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Cause eatin'
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dead pussy
clit I make ya sick
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But it's the Season so my
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reason is legit
Verse 44
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I'm havin' fits,
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I dreamed of eatin' bloody pussy clit's since I was
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six
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I fiend for a dead pussy on dick,
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I gotta skits
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Meanin' I don't give a
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shit
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about ya biyatch
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That nigga that's from tha Blocc,
killin' up tha cog, so, nigga,
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shii- it
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Baby barbeque
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ribs and guts and, ah,
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don't let me get too deep
Verse 49
Fm
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Fryin' baby nuts, sluts get ate out alike,
dank is what crooked teeth
heard
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Ab
I pull the Tampax- string
Verse 50
out
and straight put in work
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Ab
And puttin' work without that
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sick,
so page a nigga quick
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So I can sell ya some of this
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shit and
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have ya murderin' ya biyatch
Verse 53
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Cause me and Tripple- Six grew up
fuckin' bitches up the gut
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With tha 9- millimater clip,
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Season Of The Sicc, picture this:
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Pussy me rip in
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bed full of
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nuts and guts and entrails shit
Verse 56
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I guess they chewin' on tha clit, the sick,
they just don't understand
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it So I vanished,
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chewin' nigga nuts to cure my fit
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The human meat
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fix, bitin' to the skin rips,
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that sick nigga, so sick
Outro 1
Livin' dead ever since...
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