[Intro]
Yeah, the baby killer's back up in this motherfucker
Straight from the grave
The grave dug so deep right down to the Garden Blocc
Oh, me? You can just call me Manson
Yeah, we met before
But you know devils don't die, so I'm back up in this motherfucker
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 n***as up, n***a nuts, soufflé a la tongue
Motherfuckers get hung, my bullet weighs a ton
The Garden Blocc don, the valley of the slum
That cannibalistic n***a that got that nine millimeter gun
That n***a, that n***a that got them motherfuckers on the run
They thought that I was done, but Lynch is not the one
To go out from a gunshot wound, n***a, I'm not done that soon
Bitches they cum, but nut just like the rest
Caught one in the chest, should've wore a vest
And, oh, what a bloody mess, puffin' off the sess
Dealin' with the stress, killin' off the less
Fortunate, but they trip when my nine gets sick
Them n***as either die, or stay stuck on my dick
'Cause I'm that n***a that they call Lynch
I got them n***as fiendin' for my shit
I empty clips, drink and fuck with that spliff
Then it's that n***a that kill for the reason it's the season of the 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 forty ounce 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' 'til the skin rips, that sick n***a, so sick
Livin' dead ever since
[Interlude]
Yeah, y'all wanna know what the sickness is?
The sickness is when you hug your mama and your dick get hard
Or when you walk in on your baby's mama and she suckin' your 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 n***a Lynch

[Verse 2]
I take my mouth up out that cock 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 dream of eatin' bloody pussy clit since I was six
I fiend for dead pussy on dick
I got the schiz', meanin' I don't give a shit about your bitch
That n***a that's from that Blocc, killin' up that cock, so, n***a, shit
Baby barbecue 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 sick, so page a n***a quick
So I can serve you some of that shit and have you murderin' your bitch
'Cause me and Triple Sicx
Grew up fuckin' bitches up the gut with that nine millimeter clip
Season of the sick, picture this, pussy meat ripped in a pan
Full of n***a 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 n***a nuts up to cure my fit
The human meat fix
Bitin' 'til the skin rips, that sick n***a, so sick
Livin' dead ever since