Brotha Lynch Hung - Siccmade [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro]
Yeah.. The baby killer's bacc up in this motherfucca
Straight from the grave, it gets so deep right under the Garden Blocc
Oh, me? You can just call me Manson, yeah, we met befo'
But you know devils don't die so I'm back up in this motherfucca
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 dunn
Motherfuclers 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 gun shot wound, nigga, I'm not done that soon
Bitches they cum, but nut just like the rest
Cop one in the chest, should've wore a vest
And, oh, what a bloody mess, puffin' off the ces
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 da 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 40 oz. 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' 'till the skin rips, that sick nigga
So sick, livin' dead ever since

[Interlude]
Yeah.. Y'all wanna know what the sickness is?
The sickness is when you hug yo' mama and yo' dick get hard
Walk in on yo baby's mama, and she suckin' yo' son's dick
That's the motherfuckin' sickness
So y'all motherfuckers don't forget that shit
And don't forget where the shit came from
That nigga Lynch

[Verse 2]
I take my mouth off up that cog and trip cause eatin' dead pussy clit
I make ya sick, but it's that season so my reason is legit
I'm havin' fits, I dream of eatin' bloody pussy clits since I was six
I fiend for a dead pussy on dick, I got the skits
Meanin' I don't give a shit about your biyatch
That nigga that's from that block, killin' up the cog, so, nigga, shieet
Baby barbecue ribs-n-guts, and uh, don't let me get to deep-fryin' baby nuts
Sluts, get ate out like a dank quick these crooked teeth hurt
I pull that Tampax string out and straight put in work
It wouldn't work without that sick, so page a nigga quick
So I can serve you some of this shit and have you murderin' yo' biyatch
Cause me and Triple-Six, grew up fuckin' bitches up the gut
With that nine millimeter clip, Season of da Sick
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 sick
They just can't understand it, it's so outlandish
Chewin' them nigga nuts up to cure my fit
The human meat fix
Bitin' 'till the skin rips, that sick nigga
So sick, livin' dead ever since