[grisly voice]nYeah, the baby killas back up in this mothafucka...nStraight from tha grave, it gets so deep right under the garden blocc...nOh, me? ya can just call me manson...yeah, we met before...nBut ya forget that I aint gonna die so Im back up this mothafucka...nSo peep the mothafuckin words from the dead man, yeah...nn[brotha lynch hung]nAnd when I pack me a gun and, oh, when I was youngnI dreamed of feedin them niggas niggas with a ? ? ? ? ? nMothafuckas get hung, my bullet weights a tonnThe garden blocc don, the valley of the slumnTha cannibalistic nigga that got that 9 millimeter gunnThat nigga that nigga that got them mothafuckas on the runnThey thought that I was done but lynch is not the onenTo go out from a gunshot wound, nigga, Im not done that soonnBitches, they come but nut just like the rest, caught one in the chestnShoulda wore a vest and, oh, what a bloody messnPuffin off the cess, dealin with the stress, killin off the less...nFortunate but they trip when my nine gets sicknThem niggas either die or stay stuck on my dicknCause Im that nigga they call lynch, I gotem niggas fiendin for my shitnI empty clips, drinkin, fuckin with tha spliftnAnd its the nigga that kill for reason, its the season of the siccnThats why I got the urge to shoot that pussy clitnAnd kill off that infant, so what is my intent? nTo show them mothafuckas livin life aint shitnI gets to gettin real sick and eatin bloody clit, the baby killa shitnPut em in a grave with an empty 40 ounce bottle and dont leave a dripnCause livin with tha tripple-sixnYa learn to fuck devil in his mouth and eat the shit out of his bitchnAnd I admit: my brain is kinda sicknBut now Im like j. dahmer, Im chewin up all the evidencenI killed to cure my fit, the human meat fixnBitin to the skin rips, that sick nigga, so sicknLivin dead ever since...nn[grisly voice]nYeah, do ya wanna know what that siccness is? nThe siccness is when you hug your mama and ya dick get hardnOr you walk in on your babys mama and shes suckin your sons dicknThats the mothafuckin siccness...nSo, ya mothafuckas dont ya forget that shit...nAnd dont forget where the sicc came from...nThat nigga lynch...nn[brotha lynch hung]nI take my mouth off up that cog and tripnCause eatin dead pussy clit I make ya sicknBut its the season so my reason is legitnIm havin fits, I dreamed of eatin bloody pussy clits since I was sixnI fiend for a dead pussy on dick, I gotta skitsnMeanin I dont give a shit about ya biyatchnThat nigga thats from tha blocc, killin up tha cog, so, nigga, shii-itnBaby barbeque ribs and guts and, ah, dont let me get too deepnFryin baby nuts, sluts get ate out alike, dank is what crooked teeth heardnI pull the tampax-string out and straight put in worknIt wouldnt work without that sick, so page a nigga quicknSo I can serve ya some of this shit and have ya murderin ya biyatchnCause me and triple-six grew up fuckin bitches up the gutnWith tha 9-millimeter clip, season of the sicc, picture this:nPussy meat ripped in a pan full of nuts and guts and intestines and shitnI gets ta chewin on tha clit, the sick, they just dont understand itnIts so outlandish, chewin nigga nuts to cure my fitnThe human meat fix, bitin til the skin rips, that sick nigga, so sicknLivin dead ever since...
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