<[grisly voice] Yeah, the baby killas back up in this motha****a... 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 aint gonna die so Im back up this motha****a... So peep the motha****in 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 ? ? ? ? ? Motha****as 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 motha****as on the run They thought that I was done but lynch is not the one To go out from a gunshot wound, nigga, Im not done that soon Bitches, they come but nut just like the rest, caught one in the chest Shoulda wore 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 stay stuck on my dick Cause Im that nigga they call lynch, I gotem niggas fiendin for my shit I empty clips, drinkin, ****in with tha splift And its the nigga that kill for reason, its the season of the sicc Thats why I got the urge to shoot that pussy clit And kill off that infant, so what is my intent? To show them motha****as livin life aint shit I gets to gettin real sick and eatin bloody clit, the baby killa shit Put em in a grave with an empty 40 ounce bottle and dont leave a drip Cause livin with tha tripple-six Ya learn to **** devil in his mouth and eat the shit out of his bitch And I admit: my brain is kinda sick But now Im like j. dahmer, Im 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? The siccness is when you hug your mama and ya dick get hard Or you walk in on your babys mama and shes suckin your sons dick Thats the motha****in siccness... So, ya motha****as dont ya forget that shit... And dont 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 its the season so my reason is legit Im havin fits, I dreamed of eatin bloody pussy clits since I was six I fiend for a dead pussy on dick, I gotta skits Meanin I dont give a shit about ya biyatch That nigga thats from tha blocc, killin up tha cog, so, nigga, shii-it Baby barbeque ribs and guts and, ah, dont 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 It wouldnt work without that sick, so page a nigga quick So I can serve ya some of this shit and have ya murderin ya biyatch Cause me and triple-six grew up ****in bitches up the gut With tha 9-millimeter clip, season of the sicc, picture this: Pussy meat ripped in a pan full of nuts and guts and intestines and shit I gets ta chewin on tha clit, the sick, they just dont understand it Its so outlandish, chewin nigga nuts to cure my fit The human meat fix, bitin til the skin rips, that sick nigga, so sick Livin dead ever since...>