[** feat. First Degree The D.E. & G-Macc:]
[Chorus: ~Brotha Lynch Hung~]
Number two hundred and twenty four
[Verse 1: ~Brotha Lynch Hung~]
They call me Mr. Sicca-love-a-kiss
Quick to yell out "fucc a bitch! "
Thinkin' nigga quick stuck 'em
With the situation I tuck a fifth
Ready to straight up cut the skin off
I'm a little off, see they lame, brains hang out
I'm sicc of this, I'm a get venomous
(? Insinamous?), step fangs hang out
Insane in the brained out, no thang stangs ever came out
Split your liver, you better get your kids, I'll break the house
With samurais, turn the whole family into eggs and chowder
I'm so crazy 'bout her, I call her my switchbitch
Stick it up in you, taking out your insides
Put the rest in the ditch quick
I'm a eat like Hannibal, cannibal, wild vill shit
Having a nigga bust melodies, yelling like Johnny Gillshit
I'm a new addition to Strange, we about to kill shit
Yeah we all sicc in the brain, no major record deal shit
Yeah, we all carry the thangs, plastic and steel shit
Put it up in your veins and find it nigga, we will siccem!
[Chorus: Brotha Lynch Hung]
Number two hundred and twenty four
[Verse 2: First Degree The DE]
That's to get lots of motza
That's what we after
[Chorus: Brotha Lynch Hung]
Number two hundred and twenty four
I can't welcome you to the nightmare
I put the knife right there
Most evil dream you ever seen
[Chorus: Brotha Lynch Hung]
Number two hundred and twenty four
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