(Devil)

Yeah, the baby killa's back up in this muthafucka
Straight from the grave, the grave dug so deep way down in da Garden Blocc
Oh me, you can just call me Manson, yeah we met before
Thought you devils don't die, so I'm bacc up in this muthafucka
So peep the muthafuckin words from a dead man, Yeah

(Brotha Lynch Hung)

And when I pack me a gun, and oh when I was young
I dreamed of feedin them niggaz, all nigga nutz and suflt alaton
Muthafuckas get hung
My bullet weighs a ton
The Garden Blocc don
The valley of the slum
That cannibalistic nigga that got that 9 millimeter gun
That nigga that nigga that got them muthafuckas 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
Bithes they cum, but nut just like 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 9 get sick
Them niggaz either die, or stay stuck up on my dick
Cause I'm that nigga that they call Lynch
I got them niggaz feinin for my shit
I empty clips, drink and fuck with that spliff
And it's the nigga that kill for the reason it's the season of the sicc
That's why I got the urge to shoot that pussy, clit
And kill off the infant
So what is my intent?
To show that muthafuckas livin life aint shit
I gets to gettin real sicc
And eatin bloody clit, the baby killa shit
Put em' in a grave in a empty 40 ounce bottle and don't leave a drip
Cause livin with that Triple Sicx,
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 killed to cure my fit, the human meat fix
Bitin till the skin rips
That sick nigga, so sick, livin dead ever since

Yeah, Y'all wanna know what the siccness is?
The siccness is when you hug your momma and your dick get hard
Or when you walk in on your baby's momma and she's suckin your son's dick
That's the muthafuckin siccness
So y'all niggaz don't shit, and don't forget where that shit came from
That nigga Lynch

I take my mouth up out that cot
And trip, cause eatin dead pussy clit'll make ya sick
But it's that season, so my reason is legit
I'm havin fits, I dreamed of eatin bloody pussy clit's since I was 6
I feined for dead pussy on my dick
I got the skitz, meanin I don't give a shit about your biatch
That nigga that's from that Blocc killin up that cott, so nigga, shit
Baby bar-b-que ribs and guts and uh,
Don't let me get to deep fryin baby nuts
Sluts get ate out like a date, these crooked teeth hurt
I pull that Tampax string out and straight put in work
It wouldn't work without that sicc
So page a nigga quick, so I can serve you some of that shit
And have murdering your biatch
Cause me and Triple Sicx,
Grew up fuckin bitches up the gut with that 9 millimeter clip
Season of the sicc
Picture this,
Pussy meat ripped in a pan,
Full of nigga nuts and guts and intestines and shit
I gets to chewin on that clit, the sicc
They just can't understand it
It's so outlandish, chewin up niggaz nuts to cure my fit
The human meat fix, bitin till the skin rips
That sicc nigga, so sicc, livin dead ever since