Brotha Lynch Hung Lyrics

Album: Unknown

Return Of Da Baby Killa Lyrics

[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 not like the rest, got one in a 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 me rip in bed full of nuts and guts and entrails shit 

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

it 

So I vanished, 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...