Grisly voice]

Yeah, the Baby Killa's back up in this mothafucka...

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 mothafucka...

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 young

I dreamed of feedin' them niggas niggas with a suflet a la gun

Mothafuckas 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 like the rest, caught one in the chest

Shoulda wear 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 niggas either die or stays back off my dick

Cause I'm that nigga they call Lynch, I got'em niggas fiendin' for my

shit

I empty clips, drinkin', fuckin' 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 that infint, so what is my intent?

To show mothafuckas that livin' life ain't shit

I guess it gets real sick and eatin' bloody clit, the baby killa shit

Put'em in a grave with an empty 40 ounce bottle and won't even trip

Cause livin' 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 chewin' up all the evidence

I killed to cure my fit, the human meat fix

Bitin' to the skin rips, that sick nigga, so sick

Livin' dead ever since...

[Grisly voice]

Yeah, do ya wanna know what that Siccness is?

That Siccness is when ya hug ya mama and ya dick that whore...

All ya do is walkin' with ya baby's mama and she's suckin' ya sons

dick...

That'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 trip

Cause eatin' dead pussy clit I make ya sick

But it's the Season so my reason is legit

I'm havin' fits, I dreamed of eatin' bloody pussy clit's since I was

six

I fiend for a dead pussy on dick, I gotta skits

Meanin' I don't give a shit about ya biyatch

That nigga that's from tha Blocc, killin' up tha cog, so, nigga,

shii-it

Baby barbeque ribs and guts and, ah, don't let me get too deep

Fryin' baby nuts, sluts get ate out alike, dank is what crooked teeth

heard

I pull the Tampax-string out and straight put in work

And puttin' work without that sick, so page a nigga quick

So I can sell ya some of this shit and have ya murderin' ya biyatch

Cause me and Tripple-Six grew up fuckin' bitches up the gut

With tha 9-millimater clip, Season Of The Sicc, picture this:

Pussy meat ripped in pan full of nuts and guts and entrails shit

I guess they chewin' on tha clit, the sick, they just don't understand

it

it's so outlandish, chewin' nigga nuts to cure my fit

The human meat fix, bitin' to the skin rips, that sick nigga, so sick

Livin' dead ever since