Siccmade Brotha Lynch Hung

[Intro]
Yeah, the baby killer's back up in this motherfucker
Straight from the grave
The grave dug so deep right down to the Garden Blocc
Oh, me? You can just call me Manson
Yeah, we met before
But you know devils don't die, so I'm back up in this motherfucker
So peep the motherfuckin' words from a dead man
Yeah

[Verse 1]
And when I pack me a gun, and, oh, when I was young
I dreamt of feedin' them niggas up, nigga nuts, soufflé a la tongue
Motherfuckers get hung, my bullet weighs a ton
The Garden Blocc don, the valley of the slum
That cannibalistic nigga that got that nine millimeter gun
That nigga, that nigga that got them motherfuckers 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 cum, but nut just like the rest
Caught one in the chest, should've wore a vest
And, oh, what a bloody mess, puffin' off the sess
Dealin' with the stress, killin' off the less
Fortunate, but they trip when my nine gets sick
Them niggas either die, or stay stuck on my dick
'Cause I'm that nigga that they call Lynch
I got them niggas fiendin' for my shit
I empty clips, drink and fuck with that spliff
Then it's that nigga that kill for the reason it's the season of the sick
That's why I got the urge to shoot that pussy clit
And kill off that infant, so what is my intent?
To show them motherfuckers livin' life ain't shit
I gets to gettin' real sick and eatin' bloody clit, the baby killer shit
Put 'em in a grave in a empty forty ounce bottle and don't leave a drip
'Cause livin' with that triple six
You learn to fuck the 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
And I kill to cure my fit, the human meat fix
Bitin' 'til the skin rips, that sick nigga, so sick
Livin' dead ever since