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sicx - 9 millameter lyrics

everybody wants to go to heaven, but n-body wants to die

[hook]
it’s about that time for that 9 millameta
that chrome shines from that 9 millameta
better watch that time for that 9 millameta

there come that siccness from that everybody killa!
comin’ off that liquor’s got this n-gg- down to spill ya!
i’m from the sac, guess which one, take the gun
n-gg- 411 on that n-gg- who made that siccness come
except for the mind of manson
cause no one’s siccer than this n-gg-
that psycho hittin it from the mouthaf-ckin (???)
what can i tell ya?
i just don’t give a f-ck about lickin’ up them nuts comin’ out those sl-ts after blowing their f-cking p-ssy out!
blood and guts all over the chrome let me taste it
she’s still breathin’ for some reason so i hesitated
should i waste her, or should i just let her panic
and give birth to another human schizophrenic?
but instead i put it deeper in that -sshole
that creeper see comin’ off that liquor to let that blast go
comin’ off that fix that n-gg- that sicx then another gunshot
givin’ off that one meaningful little pop!
caught em in that b-tch’s c-ck
but it won’t stop, smokin’ up every n-gg- who sleeps
smoke every n-gg- who creeped
up on that n-gg- from the creek
upon a time but i hit ya with that manson mind
gonna catch it quicker when i’m comin with that 9 millameta!

[hook x2]

the reason that the siccness h-t the baby killer
my n-gg- lynch running out now running up in a b-tch
gives a f-ck about the wrist but he in for the nut
let it drop
pop and he ain’t lettin’ it stop
cause the clinic cures my crystal rock
catch the baby comin’ out ya womb
that n-gg- that psycho lynch loadin’ that clip and let that trigga boom!
givin’ up much love for that psycho baby killa!
just let ’em die while they (??) become a killa!
then hit the grave, my n-gg- said “let ’em rot”
fill ’em up with babies ’til their bodies reach the dirty top
whose got ’em thinkin’?
whose got ’em killin’, got em drinkin’?
that 4 0 shot and watch them babies brains start the leakin’
and come that n-gg- who be cuttin’ off the babies d-cks
so check the flavor next time you eat that tuna fish
n-gg- that’s just something i’m known for
when the time i was a kid i always knew i’d end up going schizo!

[hook x2]

it’s the omen of the angel
another sicc mango from that h-rny h-ll’s angel
crucifixion ain’t the same though
ain’t no cross involved just let that motherf-cker die and go
b-tt naked in the sins of the psycho
millameta shots and keep them thoughts from that psycho
and comin’ siccer, lick it up from a liquor sicc lunatic
when the sh-t get thick i’m gonna kick it with ya with the clip
boom boom!
a sin from that everybody killa!
there’s nothin’ left to find from a millameta 9
what about they grave? that’s dug much deeper for that creeker
wanna meet my maker
like a (????) that’s from jamaica
except much crazier
he’s from the depths of h-ll
better watch that time or my 9 i’ll make ya know it well
the b-tch killa, x-raided loc ain’t no joke
pop pop! he go and now the devil’s got a mother smoked
givin’ up much love for the psycho b-tch killa!
that crazy n-gg- from that garden blocc villa!
somethin to tell ya: the reason why ya didn’t make it
ya let my devil get ya f-ckin’ -ss incarcerated!

[hook x2]

but here i come
with a runnin’ up meta double up creeker p-ssy leaker
killa style for now watch that ripper
cause the jack that (???) stalkin’
n-gg- walkin’ trigger clinched ya body ditchin’ gut st-tchin’ up
but i want a dead b-tch to f-ck
see now!
look at that killin’ when it happened
my cisco got me schizo so my bullets keep on cappin’
bounty hunter, that crazy -ss momma f-cker
she wants another son, and i want a little brother
to raise up, and teach about that siccness momma gave me
but turn around and call upon god to come and save me
but don’t know what to say to me when you see me stressin’
that’s why i think that 40 ounce bottle’s such a blessin’
it get me out depression
confessions of an angel
they tying jesus up to see that motherf-cker die and go
and swing this way, i let that siccness keep on comin’
if christ died for me, the motherf-cker died for nothing
but it get’s like this:
comin’ out that schizo mode the pistol load up
about that time let go my 9 and watch that n-gg- fold up
(???) define
that siccness come and i just speak up
the t to the r to the i p and a f-ckin 9 milameta!

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