Season of Da Siccness

You better pray <br>When you see me put that nine up in that pussy, ho<br>Cock it back slow <br>Rock it back and forth, wait for the nut, then let my trigger go<br>BOOM! <br>Pussy-guts all over the room<br>If you ain`t seen it<br>Then you`re fiendin`<br>For the meanin`<br>Of that nina of doom<br>2 inches in and, uh, 4 inches out<br>You back that nigga that pack that gat<br>And hit that indo-sack<br>It`s like that<br>Cannabis seteva got me stuck on stump, fool<br>All it take is a way, a fat green-bud blunt and a stunt<br>Cause it`s that nigga that work `em nigga deep <br>And block creep<br>And witness murder, baby, kill a seed<br>Once it`ll make you vomit<br>Guts in a mama`s baby, nuts in a bottle, maybe it`s common<br>Biatches keep fuckin` and suckin` and keepin` it comin` <br>With they drama. POP! It`s baby killa season<br>Put 6 in the clip, put it up that clit <br>And watch them baby`s brains<br>Drip out that fetus<br>Bleed, it`s that nigga that kill `em<br>I`ll fill `em all full for that sicc reason<br>Season of da siccness broodin`, got me trippin` for no reason<br><br>Guess what daddy`s bringin` home for supper<br>Nigga nuts and guts and slabs of human meat, motherfucker<br>Now eat! Cause daddy`s workin` hard for you, real, huh?<br>Killas run around everyday that`s why I`m hard for you, nigga!<br>Now eat!<br><br>As I creep, picture every human that I seek<br>Slabs of human meat<br>Cause my kids gotta eat<br>I lives kinda deep, dark, up in tha cut<br>Where niggas load nines, and barrel-fuck a slut<br>Nigga, what? You ain`t even seen me in my prime<br>Eatin` baby brains, baby veins, baby spines<br>I know they be cryin` when I`m cuttin` off the neck<br>I`m peelin` off the skin for some bacon-fried croquettes<br>Baby villain spine, that baby-killin` mind<br>A fifth-pound of gin cause I know I`m doin` time<br>So catch me now before I do my next crime<br>My kids` gotta eat, somebody`s baby`s on the line, nigga<br><br>Guess what daddy`s bringin` home for supper<br>Nigga nuts and guts and slabs of human meat, motherfucker<br>Now eat! Cause daddy`s workin` hard for you, real, huh?<br>Killas run around everyday that`s why I`m hard for you, nigga!<br>Now eat!<br><br>Get ready for the nigga shit<br>That siccer-than-sicc gut ripgut<br>Pick-a-vic-up, fuck `em up with a couple of nine-milla slugs<br>And put `em on the ground. Murder toll. Buck buck!<br>Slugs to the womb<br>Guts all over the room<br>That legion of doom<br>That S to the I-C-X<br>With a locc and a tech for the throat<br>and a neck full of gunsmoke it up, locc<br>One for the nigga who kills them infants and senses<br>Then this time, I hit `em with a nine-millimeter, meter<br>Now let`s pick up me freakin` up your skin<br>Never knew nigga-meat cooked so thin!<br>So I pack me a nine-milla gat <br>And creep in the back of the `Lac<br>With a sack of the indo<br><br>Guess what daddy`s bringin` home for supper<br>Nigga nuts and guts and slabs of human meat, motherfucker<br>Now eat! Cause daddy`s workin` hard for you nigga<br>Killas run around everyday that`s why I`m hard for you, nigga!<br>Now eat!<br><br>That`s right, once upon a time<br>A nigga that hella sicc up in the skids<br>With a lie for the snitch <br>As a victim`s stoned, sayin` "I`ll be bones to the pussy clits"<br>They`re a baby ditch to the mastermind<br>Nine-millimeter shells, they`re blind!<br>Devils made a pact to fuck with match-to-heat, it`s one of a kind<br>Low enough to the shit got hella deep that I had to patch it<br>To a soul who had the heart to put his mama in a casket<br>Who could it be?<br>Or can he be <br>Locked up in the county <br>cause the bounty <br>finally found a nigga like me?<br>X-to-the-R-to-the-A-I-D-E-D<br>L-O-C