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you better pray
When you see me put that nine up in that pussy, ho
Cock it back slow
Rock it back and forth, wait for the nut, then let my trigger go
Boom!
Pussy-guts all over the room
If you ain't seen it,
Then you're fiendin'
For the meanin'
Of that nina of doom
2 inches in and, uh, 4 inches out
You back that nigga that pack that gat
And hit that indo-sack
It's like that
Cannabis sativa, uh, got me stuck on stump, fool
All it take is a way, a fat, green-bud blunt and a stunt
Cause it's that nigga that work 'em nigga deep
And block creep
And witness murder, baby, kill a seed
Once it'll make you vomit
Guts in a mama's baby, nuts in a bottle, maybe it's common
Biatches keep fuckin' and suckin' and keepin' it comin'
With they drama. pop! it's baby killa season
Put 6 in the clip, put it up that clit
And watch them baby's brains
Drip out that fetus
Bleed, it's that nigga that kill 'em
I'll fill 'em all full for that sicc reason
Season of da siccness broodin', got me trippin' for no reason

Guess what daddy's bringin' home for supper
Nigga nuts and guts and slabs of human meat, motherfucker
Now eat! cause daddy's workin' hard for you, real, huh?
Killas run around everyday that's why i'm hard for you, nigga!
Now eat!

As i creep, picture every human that i seek
Slabs of human meat
Cause my kids gotta eat
I lives kinda deep, dark, up in tha cut
Where niggas load nines, and barrel-fuck a slut
Nigga, what? you ain't even seen me in my prime
Eatin' baby brains, baby veins, baby spines
I know they be cryin' when i'm cuttin' off the neck
I'm peelin' off the skin for some bacon-fried croquettes
Baby villain spine, that baby-killin' mind
A fifth-pound of gin cause i know i'm doin' time
So catch me now before i do my next crime
My kids' gotta eat, somebody's baby's on the line, nigga

Guess what daddy's bringin' home for supper
Nigga nuts and guts and slabs of human meat, motherfucker
Now eat! cause daddy's workin' hard for you, real, huh?
Killas run around everyday that's why i'm hard for you, nigga!
Now eat!

Get ready for the nigga shit
That siccer-than-sicc gut ripgut
Pick-a-vic-up, fuck 'em up with a couple of nine-milla slugs
And put 'em on the ground. murder toll. buck buck!
Slugs to the womb
Guts all over the room
That legion of doom
That s to the i-c-x
With a locc and a tech for the throat
And a neck full of gunsmoke it up, locc
One for the nigga who kills them infants and senses
Then this time, i hit 'em with a nine-millimeter, meter
Now let's pick up me freakin' up your skin
Never knew nigga-meat cooked so thin!
So i pack me a nine-milla gat
And creep in the back of the 'lac
With a sack of the indo

Guess what daddy's bringin' home for supper
Nigga nuts and guts and slabs of human meat, motherfucker
Now eat! cause daddy's workin' hard for you nigga
Killas run around everyday that's why i'm hard for you, nigga!
Now eat!

That's right. once upon a time
A nigga that hella sicc up in the skids
With a lie for the snitch
As a victim's stoned, sayin' "i'll be bones to the pussy clits"
They're a baby ditch to the mastermind
Nine-millimeter shells, they're blind!
Devils made a pact to fuck with match-to-heat, it's one of a kind
Low enough to the shit got hella deep that i had to patch it
To a soul who had the heart to put his mama in a casket
Who could it be?
Or can he be
Locked up in the county
Cause the bounty
Finally found a nigga like me?
X-to-the-r-to-the-a-i-d-e-d
L-o-c
What's up, my nigga?
Pull this trigger
And take my muthafuckin' legacy
But watch your back. niggas be claimin' that they sicc
But really don't know which way to go when they be smokin' up with my
Lunatic
Shiiiit, have you ever seen your mama's cock? (yeah!)
Have you even seen a body drop? (yeah!)
Have you even loaded up your glock?
Well, i could gives a fuck cause even then, nigga, you not my nigga
From that 24 god in black
That's doin' time
For shootin' shadows up in the dark
And tryin' to bite before he bark
And when his heart stops
From the metal blue blocks up in the cut
They try to lynch my muthafucka to make some dice up out his nuts
And what the fuck goes thru my nigga's mind up in his cell?
That 24 deep, no sleep, much stress, nigga. nigga must be livin' up in
Hell
And here i am, same muthafucka that got my nigga sicc
Tryin' to kill myself but slippin' more deeper into the siccness shit

Guess what daddy's bringin' home for supper
Nigga nuts and guts and slabs of human meat, muthafucka
Now eat! cause daddy's workin' hard for you nigga
Killas run around everyday that's why i'm hard for you, nigga!
Now eat!

i was a dead man, walking they say, so every night i hit the gates
Load the ak and post up, in the window till come day, anyway hey
I feel the pay, back simmering in my brain
But thought of death cloud my mind
As my niggas is gone away many clips and 24 riches, packed
But who really got my back
Fade now that them niggas hit the grave
I'm killing them off for the olds days
24 ways and a 24 sack of that purple kush and make me sicker
Than sick and even get ripgut cannibal if you wish
Cause nigga it's ebk everyday all day to the day i die
I'm creepin through yo set with a mini mac 10
Ar15 rugga with a 12 guage pump in the trunk
And a black beany disguise
That nigga that you can't see just cus of them bloccsta loccs over my eyes
Crept like a black cat with a mac
With a mac 10 in my lap with fat sack of that shag
Took a hit of that shit and seen some niggas with a 4-5th
So i let 'em have it ounces of ol e for oh no that indonesia spliff
And a 9 millimeter for the nigga that'll pump and dump 1 in your bitch
And put her in her grave
With that empty 40 ounce bottle and don't leave a drip
Then bounce to that ounce
With a lack and a mac and a fat sac of that indo shit
I'm sicker than sick you niggas gotta admit when i
Grab my shit you either gone or get caught with a hot one
Nigga so rest in piss

(chorus)
Just call me agent double o duece foe block
I got that 9 milli glock and ready to put one in your knot
"rest in piss" (shit) (repeat 4x)

(verse 2)

(brotha lynch)

From the rep of the depth of the double o
Duece foe block with a glock in my pocket
Full of that sac shit you betta wear a bullet proof vest
When i'm at your set betta pack you a tech
Cause i'm at your neck with a clip full of that shit
Nigga don't trip when i put one in your dick that ripgut cannibal
Hannibal shit nigga nuts and guts all over my chest
And stomach running to the lac threw my strap in the back
Twist me up a sack and i'm back on the garden block
Kicking it with maniac the nigga that a maniac sicker than sick
When a clips in progress put on the ground
With a brain full of them nine slugs read him in reader's digest
Uh i found a new love trickeling in my brain half of the doja
Half of the oe half of the fact that i am insane nigga frum tha duece 4
Blocctsa where niggas never put their glocks up
And get their cocks sucked nigga you just can't stop us
Loc to the brain insane with a main game that will maintain
Untouchable cut your throat and leave you in the street
With a lynch around your throat motherfucker
Cause you ain't got no love foe the block
Pop gotta hot foe that 24 street block
Nigga that took a shot rest in piss

(chorus)


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(lynch):
Now i'm the type of nigga that'll leave a horse head in ya bed
Sleep with ya wife, then commence to knifin'
Get away clean with the scheme glock 17 in my lap
As i creep away in the black cadillac
Cuz you know i got shit to do
Fake id, cuz i been murderin' muthafuckas like hiv
As i creep real slow through your blood vessels
Five weeks later, nigga, god bless you
Now i'm stressed with the smith & wess
My music career ain't been the best
Bound to have my momma wearin' a tight dress
Bitch make my money right
Or get ya throat slit an drug in the bushes as ya inside gushes
Then i'm smashin' through the night, mozzaradi with cauz
He hittin' corners hella tight
Nigga you know i'm right
My momma taught me, nigga don't give a fuck
And when i die, crumble me in a joint and smoke me up
That's what said

(loki):
I'm high up off the hocus poucus
My diagnosis is a murderous psychosis, and muthafuckas know this
I'm quick to pull the pin up out the grenade
And hand you the pineapple and say here muthafucka, hold this
Loki and the murder show, the sequence begins with freaks in the mo-mo
We seein' alibi's provided, we frequent, and now my niggas ridin'
Slip clips in the pen, and do that shit, smoke the buddah shit
See when they say siccmade, whispers in your ear, the taste is bitter
Blowin' muthafuckas into smithers
Triple x liquor, with nuthin' but curse in our verses
Obscene, unfit for major mainstream magazines
Lace you up in kerosene and see that ass ignited
I mean we got the v-8 for your gangsta lean
I seen war machines and street marines
Dirty nina's in the hands of ghetto fiends
I'm caught between the hard life and ghetto dreams
I got schemes with black berets and get away like o.j., clean
The ripgut, he got the cannibalistic qz, and the illegitimate got another 16
You see the front page news only show the inmates, and not the cage
While elections play with the public's rage
Fuck those who criticize, let 'em lead their lives through the shit we done
And then say that we ain't right
That's what i said

(lynch):
Black pits in the backyard, i don't feed 'em
Hafta buy a pit a week cuz gone eatin'
Off that mad dog 20/20 i'm bout to take my money
Ski mask, gotta manage, better take advantage
Understand this, radiation and mushroom blast
It's almost 20g, i gotta plot my shit and get my cash
D-dub around the corner in the impala
Zigg zagg in the trash can with the auto mag last time i saw her
Beta, stand look out by the liquor store
Loki, you hear some movement, nigga you know, do that hoe
Time's murder so i'm time plottin'
Creep with a hand cannon, takin' out every nigga banstandin'
Cuz i'm aggressive like a wolverine
Beta done caught that ass and got the gasoline
Hot out your worstest dream
Then it all adds up to sittin' in hawaii
With a ak on my lap off that puffy stuff
That's what i said

(lynch):
Feel my nature rise, blood shot red eyes
Waitin' in your back seat, catch you by surprise
Situations and circumstances make you take them dangerous chances
Leave you in your front seat with your neck slit, then i'm hittin' fences
Now i'ma talk about the same dirty situation
Shit you hatin', that's why your casket is waitin'
Shine your ass up like a triple gold dayton
When i'm in your town you better cut like walter payton
Studio man keep tapin', i got that bitch, she peratratin'
Show your whole family, leave you on your front porch hangin'
With a note that's saying: 'sincerely, swartzaniggaz'
Put your hands in your pocket, give it up
I demand i need my tweed, potent refer, man
Bandstandin' with the hand cannon
Split my face, muthafucka, gimme your scrill
And that rolex in your hand, understand?
Yeah, you gots to feel my nature rise

(swartzaniggaz):
I can feel my nature rise
Starin' at the marks that i despise
Through evil eyes, high style thoughts turn homicides
You gots to die, for tryna ride and get me
Got some off, but none of them hit me
Now on a payback tip, with a patched black mask
On the grass with a 50 caliber weapon
Hangin' up over the door of the chev and causin' slaughter
Sid's malt liquor be that motive when i be loaded off that water
Saw the situation heavy rollin'
Shotgun and a chevy that's stolen
Strapped up and ready in case these niggas wanna get deadly
We can go there, i know there's a place for busta niggas like ya'll
But i heard it's pretty deep down so you niggas better watch your fall
Too late for that 911 call, this murder's already in progress
Home invasions like asian got me obsessed like a vietnam vet
As i kick through the front door, blastin'
And lynch kicked down the back
Operation: peel-a-cap, you fools shoulda already had your gats loaded
Cuz it ain't no tellin' when we comin'
Back streets, sacs of weed get blazed as we gunnin' with the engine still
Runnin'
Cuz real killers make them real quick get aways
Spray the whole place and skirt
As quick as we can, we does our dirt
Whoever gets hurt, that's business
So please don't take this personal
It's just that murder's in my nature
So four years now, that's what i've been searchin' for
Cuz doin' dirt grows old when it's the same old thing
That's why i try to take my murders to the highest extreme
Make everybody scream, open up some spleens
Still hearin' the blood spillin'
It's just a little dream that i be havin'
Man, i love killin'

(brotha lynch):
I got a hard dick for killin'
Southside villain
Protect your wife and your children
Feel my nature rise

(swartzaniggaz):
Not quite knowin' about this nigga?
Check your metro sections
Then cross reference murders by streets and dates
And how many times niggas' hoes' got raped
Mr. no prints, the reason one time runs out of yellow tape
Fuckin' with a half deck, havin' niggas on hush
Smokin' a bowl that i re-dust
Open up your chest when i bust
So suit up, cuz it's kill a nigga night
Ain't no tellin' when triple 6 gets to shootin' up
Movin' up your death date, with a tre-8 special
It's way too late to wrestle, as i nestle the sword stoppers
Split your ass open like pinata
Loadin' up like a rotweiler
Lining up like tyson snortin' cocaine powder
Pure dank sniffer, some like a lot of fluid, but i beg to differ
One wiff of that shit and i'm on cloud nine
Nigga, don't trip if you ain't got no nuts
Cuz i brought mine all buffed and shined
Untouchable when i'm fuckin' full of that nitrate wine
That's when i bust on nineteen times and up
Cuz i'm nuts, goin' out my mind
Few, there's no luck, you fucked for life, for sho'
Get your ass up on the floor
Tryin' to catch me at that lateral, slippin'
By my lonesome, but i'm on some, so who wants some?
Fresh out the gates, ain't no room to make mistakes
Try to make my tapes, but i feel the hoe hate
Tuck my dick inside in the o-8
Must of been the way the clip mate with the .45
No body, no case
Taste the meat, can't wait to eat
Keep the street dirty, keep sturdy in your face

(swartzaniggaz):
Ya'll niggas don't wanna feel my nature rise
Cuz i get dirty, shoot up shit with my clint eastwood
Leave your neighborhood lookin' like a ghost town, nigga
You standin' on dangerous grounds
When we come to sac, better have your automatics on loaded status
Cuz me and my niggas be on the savage, leavin' no prints
Not givin' ya'll niggas a inch, cuz i'ma lynch you
Fry your guts like sizziline
Have your homie reminiscing' about your gangsta lean
Nigga, it ain't no fuckin' with my clique
You can dial 911, but it ain't no rescue
Man, i hope the dear lord bless you
Next to this nigga, ain't no one's nuts bigger
Clutch your guts nigga, fuckin' with this swartzanigga
Cuz i done lost it, taggin' niggas like a pit bull with rabies
Gone off 40 ounces of o.e.
Creepin' up on you, like doin' my magnum p.i.
Lazy eye with lil' blacc mile
Smokin' a hard dick for killin'

Chorus: nefarious (4xs)

Catch ya wit yo pants
Catch ya wit yo pants down, and maybe while you sleepin'
Don't matter what you saw, death is what you reepin'

[lynch]
I remain real like my cousin e-mil
Packin steel
It's the southside whorida
Can't fuck wit these othasidas
Eastside, westside
This situation is dirty like chopped up nation
So i stay wit the best side
Nigga let's ride (fuck that!!)
I stay solo like a black cat
Fuck a bad wrap
I seen it happen to my cousin
I'm like the dirty dozen
Wrapped up in buns

(lynch):
The only one who ever saw my face, i must erase, had to get filthy dirty
Left him in his driveway soaking wet, hope nobody heard me
I'm out that muthafucka with about 4 pounds of that shamrock
Zip lock, body bag, toe tag, wet t-shirt, black mask
In and out fast, murderous, vast vigorous
Stroke that nigga like a zig zag rolled cigarette,
And i do it to get my dick wet
Brain grain rotten, i was a 12 year old gettin' raped by my momma's partner
So i've been in pussy since i could start nuttin'
I'm off that cloraseptic and that robatussin
Had a appetite for the wrong nigga, said he was real meat but i knew he wasn't
Had me dumpin' out the back of cadillac's on walter
Got a stinky smell to him, can't even hug my momma
I'm so sick i can't sleep at night, might swallow my tongue
Get all the gas deposits out the closet, let the water run
Get the flame thrower, lighter fluid, paper plates, cuz we barbacuin'
In a funky situation that's how we do it

Chorus:
Situation, baby it seems i'm in a situation again
I fuckin' realize it's a situation of sin
Sometimes i just wanna stop tryin'
Why must this shit always involve dying?

(e-40):
Runnin' shit like sosza, big bank hank
Smebbin' in a high performance zooped up nova, pushin' crank
Callin' shots on my gossipper, faulty chip
1-800 locker number, on the left side of my hip
Neighborhood watch better watch that ass
I'm a paperboy and i collects that cash
One more muthafuckin' complaint and your ass ain't gon' last
On a block where i clock cash so fast
This is a stick up, nigga, don't even try it
If you go as far as to blink an eye, muthafucka you gon' die
Pressure i apply, no lie, i got just finished doin' 10
For what? for killin' my best friend
And i'll murder again if i'm forced, then i must
After the first time the second time was a rush
What about the third time? the third time felt like sex
What kind of guns did you use? choppers, uzis, teks
Whatever one works best
I'll make a mess upon shooting flesh, 'bout 15 holes in his chest
Vandalism, taggin' all muthafuckas names on the wall
Scandalism, dyin' over all kinds of senseless shit that's small
Auto theft, stealin' cars for fun
Snatchin' purses cuz i'm young and dumb
If you a tourist check yo' map, don't make the wrong turn
Might end up in the hood where you gon' be learnin'

Chorus

(first degree):
Rock it, don't stop it, rock it, don't stop
I got this dirty yemp distributin' my womp
But if it was up to her, fool we'd be fuckin' like beavers
But i'm an over achiever around these heaters
I don't need a bitch, society done fucked up and cheated that bitch
Now she lookin' for a nigga like me to feed her and shit
Dumb bitch better quit, that muthafucka first degree keep a leash on his dick
Take notes, sit by the poor folks, i tell you 'bout my strokes
But i done been gave that up, ain't healthy no more
Cuz a this yappin' and feelin', she strapped with the homies
And her weak mind got all of sacramento in a bind
Lizzy ann must die, the situation just ain't right
Cuz she got to bumpin' her gums like her momma, so i called her
I said i got mines, get off your ass and raise your daughter

(twamp dog):
Peniles at my door, three in the front, nigga, four through the back
Talkin' bout takin' me down to the sac town county jail,
Strapped up cuz i did a jack
Armed and dangerous, waited 6 months to come and get me
Knowin' i'm into straps, cuz every time i get caught one was sittin' with me
2 time before this, now add one more to the program quick
Shackled down, now i'm on a mission to a one man cell with the quickness
Think about the work that i did that night and what went wrong,
To get a rider caught
30g bail cost to get me off, fightin' on the street, fuckin' watched
Every 2 weeks another court date, thinkin' i can win, that's no lie
Kept on goin' on for some months, lookin' the judge right in the eyes
Feelin' his anger,
Watched fools before me do petty crimes and he's givin' 'em time
Bein' a bitch about muggin' on me, nigga talkin' shit to me, heated like
Pointing guns at individuals, huh, i despise muthafuckas like you
So it ain't no love for me judgin' you, watcha gon' do?
Take it to another court room?
And that's the first step for me, my lawyer knew the d.a.
You know, so he tried to hook a brother up, you see
If i did take a deal, it's only one year guaranteed
But i'm bout to give work for dough in a couple more weeks
Tryin' to give 10 years, if i go to trial and lose the muthafucka
Then i messed around and had to go back to the first judge,
Sayin' don't work for ya
I wasn't gettin' off that easy, my case had a little substance
And the odds are stacked against me, no frontin'
Choices need to be made on the 7th
A catch 22 in my midst, cuz either way i'm fucked
Go to trial where i'll probably lose, or take my ass on the run
Or take a deal to a lesser charge, either one i'm gettin' struck
Cuz doin' time is a mando thang and that got a muthafucka stuck

Chorus

[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 ?????
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 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 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 off that infant, so what is my intent?
To show them mothafuckas livin' life ain't 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 don't leave a drip
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?
The siccness is when you hug your mama and ya dick get hard
Or you walk in on your baby's mama and she's suckin' your son's 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
It wouldn't 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 fuckin' 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 don't understand it
It's 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...

(first degree):
Shit done changed, the strip got bigger
To make my ends i got the wheel and the trigger
I get my swerve on with the 80 p liquor
The liquor bring out the nigga in this nigga
Got me huntin' with my musket, barred down with substance
Bringin' my ruckus to the rival fuckas in rival clusters
I'm still givin' birth to perfect joints, i keep it steady
Still mixin' up with skeet sours, i like them heavy
Heavy'll put a little bass in your voice
Yamps choice, no rolls royce but i keep it moist
I keep it saucy, ya bossy bitch talkin' that costly shit
Bossy bitch think she too flossy to trip
I'm first muthafuckin' degree, not your average,
I'll have your boulevard hoppin'
Poppin' off when a baller pack a package of suckin'
Fuck you fuckin' up duck, stuck like chuck, now, now getcha dome in the trunk
As we donut, i dump, i seen too many moons, took the minds of too many bufoons
Fools with no clues that love to watch my aura glisten,
They still don't listen
I...i got pot that's hot to trot, can't stop, won't stop
I got lynch hung in my backseat sniffin' for cops
I receipts of tweed purchase, medical purpose, write off at text time
So ya'll go home, light the smoke, it's relax time

Chorus:
Now i apologize for smoke on my mind
I been workin' hard and i got to unwind
About the j.o.a. stayin' in my brain
But i'm seconds away from goin' insane
Now i need to lift away

(lynch):
Now you niggas know i come sick like a lunatic
Man, they must be high cuz they really don't know who they fuckin' with
I used to have them all bombed out
Drink alize wine, then rhyme and smoke tweeds till we dropped out
I got the chop out, no doubt,
Cuz if it ain't about rappin', gunplay's gon' happen
Cuz i'm tappin' at yo' window, off that indo, more sacs than santana
Better check your antenna on your radio or your stereo or your video
Cuz i'm not that pretty, but in the bedroom i'm critical
You got your chance, now use
Hit you with the loaded album, coutesty of siccmade music
Evidently you got something against me
Don't you tempt me, minty smells of the 20 sac of indo, killafornia's best
Player haters die a slow death, slow death

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(ice-t):
I don't wear no chuck taylors and don't sag my pants
But i still lift the switch and make this 64 dance
More niggas with me now than i had in the hood
And they down for whatever and that's all to the good
Wish you would test my technique and heart, nigga what?
Nigga, fuck that, bitch nigga what? baby, duck!
What you wanna do now, ya bleedin' from the floor
Nigga wanted beef, now he wants beef no more
That's how i'm coming 9-6, bitch, rich and mad
Hoes in bikinis, rag lambroginis, overseer runnin' mad streets
Creepers with beepers and stash spots for glocks
And under car escobar style, buck wild, you been there, you know the terrain
Niggas go insane, tryin' to get the green
I'm just surviving on the streets with my peeps
And i'm livin' for the day i catch a punk on the creep, yeah

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now bigger than life is...how i'm coming out,
Rigorous,and vigorous,
You niggaz know what i'm talking 'bout,
I want cheeze and lettuce, and my wallet so fetish (fatish),
And i want to break through like jerome bettis, (pro-status)
All this time i got rhyme on my mind, every dime,
I spend it on some weed and some studio time,
Drink o-e out the mickey's big-mouth,
My point is, i'll be in the cut trying to keep these snakes out
My house,

(chorus)
I'm one of the last sick niggaz that you've heard thus far,
You can bump me at your crib or while you're off that nitro in
Your car,
But i don't say that to say that i'm a super star, but if you get
High then you can feel me no matter who you are,

(verse 2)
Nigga now i shit lyrics, but i can't use 'em, have your son
Tripping brotha lynch hung loopin',
They be off that bottle talkin' 'bout,
"brotha lynch be talkin' 'bout, sick shit i heard he ate his momma
Out,"
Now how('s) this muthaphukka 'gon write some shit, about the brotha
Lynch hung 'cause he('s) killin' in his song,
He say,"that nigga(z) shit(s) tight, but he ain't shit",
He say,"god as my witness i heard he fucked them bitches"
Which is supposed to be wrong criticizing my love song,
You get the rope fuckin' with the brotha lynch hung,
Roll in formation, make intimidation, 'catch you on your weed high',
(echo)
I tore you up like a pitch bent, feelin' dick hard, well you better
Get your bitch then,
It gets thin, and i'm off this black and mild shit,
Tall-can told me it was smooth and now i'm buyin' boxes of it,
Trying to relax and deal with these taxes,
'cause they be at my checks with them axes,
(and them) twenty sacks is, in the back seat,
I'm [fuck me if i know]->licin' this,(lacing this)<-close enough!
Hope my muthaphukkin' baby's momma ain't no sheisty bitch,
She want(s) to publish, all right that's cool,
She wants some other shit, get off the hydro tube,
Niggaz always think i talk about 'em 'cause i talk shit,
My worst nightmare is killin' my bitch for trying to keep my grips,
I'm like mark spitz, i'll swim a channel for my shit then watch your
Heart split,
I'm doing damage your bitch, and while your heart switch(es) you
Better remember where you came from bitch,

[lynch]
It's the hunta killa
Off of the 9 skrilla
Wit my nap sack fulla pilla
Nigga worst than the movie thrilla and realla
Cause this is real life (that's right)
I saw that nigga get his head tore off (by who?)
By the same nigga that took his wife
You know i come nutty stingin like syphillis
You can get your liver split
By your own bictch fuckin wit this
Stay drunk when i dip and ain't shit
I got vast amounts
Your ass'll count em when i'm shootin em down your bitch's mouth
(cause this the) hunta killa deal a lot
And fuckin em shit shoes (wit the what?)
Wit the nine and watchin the bloody nut come out everytime
And you know it's mine
When i com through loomin
Wit the mk-1 and when they done they lookin like sushi (raw!)
Wit the oozie i get the shit done
You know it's like velcro or polygrip
I stick to the shit that make you nut up wit your dome split
I want you to trip
And i'll be sittin right there wit the casket
(you know!) you was at the wrong place at the right time then you got blasted
(you hoe!) hunta killa in black mack-10 in the trunk with the slump
I'll hug you like mama
When i use it it gotta be because i be off that juicy shit
Not use to it i'm addicted to the siccness
Might flip this nigga shit frequently
Them young g's they wanna speak to me
(but what) but they don't need to be
I'll have they hat quick
Wit no pactice
Put you in the trunk wit the slump stickin em like a cactus
And i'm concentratin on stackin grip
I got's to hit you wit the slug
No love bitch ass nigga you know
It's hunta killa (that's realla)

Chorus: repeat 3x's

Put you in duct tape and leave you sinkin in the river
(hunta killa! killa!)

Put you in duct! put you in duct tape!

[kyel]
Spent most of my time on the grind
In the bucket wit a loaded tech nine
On the corner lookin' out for the one time
And these niggas from the othaside tryin to take mine
Keep the heat on my waist line
Make bullets chase niggas and erase fake niggas
You can call me the grave digga
Money go-getta all about the skrilla
Cap pilla known for breakin in homes and gettin the goods
Cross the line of the mastermind mothafucka i wish you would
Got niggas in every hood and ready to go to war
I'm gettin paid the way i should so what the fuck you hatin for
Waistin time thinkin bout mine you should be gettin yours
You den put yourself in some deep shit
Now you hittin the floor when i come through
Kickin down your door like a predator
Spittin lyrics in metaphors
All you rap cats thinkin you the shit
My game's 10 years ahead of yours
And i'm headed for the top
Lyrics don't never stop
So fuck whateva you talkin bout
I'm takin over shit and i'm settin up shop
Raisin niggas up out they spot
All you bustas gotta go
Now i'mma bust a bitch and let you know
We can tear and war wit these scary hoes
Wit a tech 9 to your dome
It aint shit for me to run up in your home
Wit the chrome take whateva the fuck i want then get gone
I was born to be a rida known as a balla shot calla
Leader of the pack
Ain't neva been no followa
Ain't neva been no busta
Dumpin on mothafuckas
Ain't neva been no sucka spillin information to the undacova
I only fuck wit ridas and realas thug niggas drug dealas
All about the skrilla cemetary fillas
It's hunta killa (that's reala)

Chorus [3xs]

(lynch):
Now on my briefcase was some crumbled weed
A pack of saravegas and a 24 ounce o.e.
Might as well skeez these couple of hoes
In my 69 malibu sittin' on trues and vogues
For days you might have seen me in my cinnamon cut chrome shoes
With some you can't see me tint on the windows indo syndrome
Smokin' it up, not givin' a muthafuckin' fizuck
Sold the cut, my ex-hoe said that nigga's sqautin' what?
Got at the homie carl, and got some of that bomb
Had me so fuckin' high i got off like vietnam
Dead bodies and bitches clits simmerin' in the crock pot
And the shit don't stop until my muthafuckin' chronic or high drop
It's just that insane type of thang, let the mac rain guts in the drain
Siccmade niggas they make the world go round
And if you fuck with siccmade music you can get your ass gunned down

(phonk beta):
I had a homie who stayed up in alaska, used to transfer flights over nebraska
And flew me back about a ounce of that alaska indica weed
And out of the whole zip possessed one seed
Had it wrapped real tight all up in cellophane
Can't have the k-9 dogs smell it, man
If only you saw what i was seein', the buds was almost pure white, not green
Had to be one of those one hitter quitter dome splitters
That's the type a tweed that makes you wanna fuck your baby-sitter
I roll a fattie, when i roll this fattie
Niggas'll be all noid wonderin' why they lookin at me
Bitches have the nerve to say my shit ain't bomb
But it'll have your lungs burnin', like your puffin' on napalm

(zagg):
I wipe that sweat up off my forehead, i'm off the cusche
Lay back and take a comfortable hit, with a q-tip, it's splittin' my lips
And my dome stays split off toothpicks
I hit a lick with a quickness, dumpin' dead bodies in ditches
Appreciate the fact, come correct, cuz i could be vicious
Suspicion, comin' up on recognition i'm creepin' up from behind
With a 12 gauge, non-fiction, i'm all prepared to go for mine
So step in line, a couple of hits, dome split, i be lit on a for real base
With a machete i'll slice your neck just like them jason cases
Murder traces, but i ain't pinned cuz there's no evidence
Slight scent of that purple cusche plant, and i can almost sense the essence
What's the lesson? get tested, don't come if you can't come correct
It's that west coast shit for life i don't know what you expected
I'm reckless, nevertheless i'm a pimp in a bulletproof vest
Puttin' it down, pound for pound, you need to take a step down
50 caliber rounds, i'm runnin' through your whole town
Buckin' em down like doom set on deathmatch with the bfg-9000 cartoon

I was rollin' through the hood one day
Thought shit den calmed down,
"gang-bangin'" den played out by the years since i den been around
Ain't talked to nobody from my block
Cause all my niggas is locked up
And it's been all ever i seen wit a guillotine
So i was in the "cut supreme"
Fifteen grams and some "greenodine"
Ain't seen a block nigga since
But now i'm off that kill green
(mothtafuckas ain't got no love for me)
(niggas wanna put some slugs in me)
So i'm double 0 seven, murder redrum wit my three fifty seven
Brotha lynch hung, but the bitches call me kevin
They try to make me think they close to me, but neb'in [never]
You know i gots to (say high) stay high, keep recipts for alibis
And the meat they ate from them drive-bys ain't mine
Cause mine's a supe' desguise
As i swoop the skies high off that buddha
Tah mixed the cusche and the purple hairs
And it got me high
(now i'm rollin on the river)
Labeled mr. fedex
(cause them bodies i deliver)
Got to get to my next plot
Unlock the freezer get the meat for the "rocks" [rotweilers]
And heat the heat cause it's the "nine-neb'in" ['97]
And it's hot den a mothafucka
(all day everyday) i'mma stay loaded up, "krondike" in the trunk
And a pound full of james brown
Cause i gots to get loaded so hold up soldier

[chorus: 2xs]

The count goes
(one more pound of smoke and it's guaranteed to make a mothafucka choke)
(ain't got no down ass bitch at my side
But i got some bomb ass weed in my ride)

Nothin but notches, booches
Fill my pockets, hit 'em up everyday, gotta have my pay
The gaungay got me high now i'm paranoida den these booches
Filthy rich, i'mma take the loot
And the dig a ditch, tell your neighborhood bitch
To miss me with that hoe shit
Cause i'mma get this nigga when he surface
And that's on everything i love, i gots to split his wig
Opened up the little blue packet, stung him like a yellow-jacket
Rib cage heavily padded, hit him with the automatic shells
Send him to hell express from his mailing address
We got his name, for sho', then we went to the house and did that shit
I know i said i do it alone in the pass, everybody in the neighborhood knew
Somebody betta jack his ass up like a six-four impala
You floatin' on dirty water
Pack your shit up nigga like it's on only you and your ?woda-goda?
Track your ass down, smoke your last pound

[chorus 2xs]

(if you smell any smoke it's just me and my homies gettin' blown)
And i was late gettin' home, intoxicated
Fight with my old lady
She was comin at unreal, hit the blunt and now she's animated
Motivate through you like a foggy mist
You can hold me in your chest-plate like that nitro hit
First degree told me if the weed can toss
It'll talk some shit, gotta get me an underspot
Make me a hemp museum like b-legit
I'm tryin to bump my head on the moon
Live so high up in the mountains eatin' snake meat, fried raccoons
With a attitude i need food to eat up
Smoke a fat blunt on my couch with my feet up
Top notch program, dos mode indo 95 upgrade siccmade
Stay paid til the day on the ground, i'mma lay, i'mma stay loaded up
In my trunk i got the blow you up and it'll blow you up
And the count goes

[brotha lynch hung sends out shout outs til the end]

its a must that i bust any strap you hand to me its inherited it runs in the
Family nigga in the town got pounds of beef threaten a niggas life make it
Sound so sweet i peel em back like corn on the cob cap pillem make em sound
Like a whore on the job with a mak in the back pak hittin em off.
(bitch betta have my money, bitch where my money?)
Sicmade till i die shit nobody saw so i was able to wipe the bllod off the hall
Way walls i aint got nothing to live for cant even trust a bitch might have to
Leave her alone i had to dig a ditch shit so rigoris dillin with
Haters,snitches,and bitches get there brains gone find a new home, one life is
Gone and im on one check the clock and if these walls could talk mothafuckas
Would be shot im bout to go 51/50 got nobody with my stressed out like
Whitney,bobby brown,weed,and whisky smoking newports no support by like to too
Short i keep it going shootin up force who in the sport wanna fuck with me cum
On the courts rippin out insides puttin stains on thangs thats when i ripin
Ride and i slipn slide throught the gardens with a bloody t-shirt it wont hurt
Look at it this way 6 ft deep in the dirt wont hurt flirtin with murda i leave
Em un heard of and im sick of your period pads drippin all over your hands
Getting in the back seat of the truck its your choice dead or alive smuthered
And fried the way you betta
Uncover yo eyes in in disguse witha 9 tryin to take out yo spine nobdy no crime
Thro up that 6 sign and strike hard like a tek 9 no recovery you other g niggas
Beta duck leave you in tuxed up cycle off the wall like micheal always perinoid
Cause i be blowin out that nitro all day everyday murder spray got you in glad
Bags headed frothe pad you can ask my dad i was a scanvenger 14 yrs old eating
Scabs graduated from nigga meat but i dont wanna brag fuck jeffery dohmer hes a
Mothafuckn fag i got nigga nuts and guts in a bag draggin them to the pad.
(zip lock,body bag,toe tag,wet t-shirt,black mask)2x
(corpse came to dinner)repeat chorus 4 more x
Fuck under the influence im hella fucked up swervin down the freeway spillin my
Cup tryin to tell you bout this rapper on the underbelly he aint shit he bout
To be in the trunk smelly by me and my relly you never know whatever though i
Got automagazines and that weak n-tro what you got against me dont you know i
Rip niggas up turn them to minced meat so if you got some since beat it like
Raw eggs i used to have hella homies now they all hate but imma leave it alone
Im on my own like a voodoo nigga if a nigga wanted to get ate what would you do
Nigga i was too cool with a group of niggas and they tripped on me gave em a
Little nit of fame then they dipped on me but you know its all in the game tell
A crip hommie to hit em with a slug at they brain thats what you get from me
Crash dummie your careers defected and you aint sold a record last time i
Checked it you just keep knockn i fell disrespected now yo neck got
Disconnected by the lynch hung necklace ahh i leave emm red and dont eat the
Head let the tek spi
T and chop niggas down to the ground like judge dred comeing through the door
Looking just like the feds and you call yo self a rap vet get out the bed and
Let me fuck her like she should be fucked all in the butt with a 9 milli
Swallowing nut and you can see me in black clothes creepin from the back dont
Know how to act black blankets full of macs i usem as nut sacs and full body
Sacs bet not let yo daughter out end up in the slaughter house chockin and
Spittin chest open and bleedin and im fucking her from the back and i hope that
You see about it.
Chorus