Testi:
Brotha Lynch Hung Season Of Da Siccness

Even my momma tried to take me out the game By heating up some Brandy and taking it to the dome because I came; With the siccness and it's just the dank

Locc to da brain insane every day all day it's E-B-K Where niggaz load they straps cause the rival's on the way [Verse 5: Brotha Lynch Hung] You can

And watch them baby's brains Drip out that fetus Bleed, it's that nigga that kill 'em I'll fill 'em all full for that sicc reason Season of da siccness

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

[Chorus: Brotha Lynch Hung] Uhh, now that's real gangsta shit tag teamin and on a bitch in a Hotel Six 40 on the back, Sicx over top Diggin in a spleen

(Brotha Lynch) Yeah I'm back up in this motherfucker For the 9 whatever the fuck You know I ain't dead yet I'm with my real loc niggas I was a dead man

shit so thick this nigga run loccs up on you almost daily For the digs then I'm off dick grow soft with lynch I'm chewin up babies We gonna stay sicc