• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Siccmade - Brotha Lynch Hung
• Saigo Made - Aqua Timez
• See You - Cumdeo

[Grisly voice]
Yeah, the Baby Killa's back up in this mothafucka...
Straight from tha grave, it gets so deep right under the Garden Blocc...
Oh, me? Ya can just call me Manson...Yeah, we met before...
But ya forget that I ain't gonna die so I'm back up this mothafucka...
So peep the mothafuckin' words from the dead man, yeah...
[Brotha Lynch Hung]
And when I pack me a gun and, oh, when I was young
I dreamed of feedin' them niggas niggas with a suflet a la gun
Mothafuckas get hung, my bullet weights a ton
The Garden Blocc Don, the valley of the slum
Tha cannibalistic nigga that got that 9 millimeter gun
That nigga that nigga that got them mothafuckas on the run
They thought that I was done but Lynch is not the one
To go out from a gunshot wound, nigga, I'm not done that soon
Bitches, they come but nut just like the rest, caught one in the chest
Shoulda wore a vest and, oh, what a bloody mess
Puffin' off the cess, dealin' with the stress, killin' off the less...
Fortunate but they trip when my nine gets sick
Them niggas either die or stay stuck on my dick
Cause I'm that nigga they call Lynch, I got'em niggas fiendin' for my shit
I empty clips, drinkin', fuckin' with tha splift
And it's the nigga that kill for reason, it's the Season Of The Sicc
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 mothafuckas livin' life ain't shit
I gets to gettin' real sick and eatin' bloody clit, the baby killa shit
Put 'em in a grave with an empty 40 ounce bottle and don't leave a drip
Cause livin' with tha Tripple-Six
Ya learn to fuck 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
I killed to cure my fit, the human meat fix
Bitin' to the skin rips, that sick nigga, so sick
Livin' dead ever since...
[Grisly voice]
Yeah, do ya wanna know what that Siccness is?
The Siccness is when you hug your mama and ya dick get hard
Or you walk in on your baby's mama and she's suckin' your son's dick
That's 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]
I take my mouth off up that cog and trip
Cause eatin' dead pussy clit I make ya sick
But it's the Season so my reason is legit
I'm havin' fits, I dreamed of eatin' bloody pussy clit's since I was six
I fiend for a dead pussy on dick, I gotta skits
Meanin' I don't give a shit about ya biyatch
That nigga that's from tha Blocc, killin' up tha cog, so, nigga, shii-it
Baby barbeque ribs and guts and, ah, don't let me get too deep
Fryin' baby nuts, sluts get ate out alike, dank is what crooked teeth heard
I pull the Tampax-string out and straight put in work
It wouldn't work without that sick, so page a nigga quick
So I can serve ya some of this shit and have ya murderin' ya biyatch
Cause me and Triple-Six grew up fuckin' bitches up the gut
With tha 9-millimeter clip, Season of the Sicc, picture this:
Pussy meat ripped in a pan full of nuts and guts and intestines and shit
I gets ta chewin' on tha clit, the sick, they just don't understand it
It's so outlandish, chewin' nigga nuts to cure my fit
The human meat fix, bitin' 'til the skin rips, that sick nigga, so sick

Kotoba nanka jya matomannai kurai
Tatoe you no nai fuan ga attari
Sore wo koeru kokoro suyosa ga atta
Anata ga ite kureta ii toki mo warui toki ni mo
[Namida wa saigo dake de ii] to korae nagara
Anata ga oshiete kureta
hitotsu hitotsu wo kono te ga wasurenu you ni
Itsuka wa boku mo onaji you ni
Dareka no tame ni sore wo wataseru you ni
Tanoshiku mo tanoshi to wa ienu
Kono michi wo ikeru doko made
Kachi tte nan darou make tte nan darou
Sekai tte nan darou machigai tte nan darou
Sainou tte nan dayo sou yuu toki ni wa itsu datte
Anata ga itte kureta onaji you na kurushimi no naka
[Honto ni nani nan darou ne tte] warai nagara
Anata ga ukatomete kureta
yururi to nagareru kaze no you ni yasashiku
Honto wa sugoku kowakatta
Nigedashitakatta sonna kotoba de sae mo
Kurumarete mata arata na chikara ni naru michi wo terashiteku
Kore ijou wa dekinai tte kurai
Anna ni mo sa renshuu shita no ni
Ashi ga bibittera
Konna ni kurushii michi wo
Sabishii michi wo tomo ni kakenukete kita
Honto wa sugoku kowakatta
Nigedashitakatta sonna omoi no fuchi de

[lyric bu Alexander]
Last beam of passing day
Brings melancholy
Before the falling dark
I'll see you again
Again the emptiness
I'm lost, fear close my eyes
Oh, please, give me your hand
And take me from this thoughts
I feel warmth
Your tender skin is beautiful
But I can't
To enjoy her enchantment
Oh, God, why this torments for me?
After all I drain the cup of woe
My, Lord, bless
Don't let us to disappear
Help us to meet again
In your gardens
I'll see you again