[Intro:]
You're tuned into
66.6 on your FM dial
So yall muthafuckas been waitin
Waiting a long time
For this
Concoction compilation
These-these Siccmade niggas got together
Smoked a gang of weed (Smoked a gang of weed)
Fucked a gang of yall bitches (Fucked a gang of yall bitches)
Fucked a gang of yall bitches (Fucked a gang)
And came up with some shit
Came up with some real serious shit
The concoction
It's all mixed up
Niggas from different hoods
Niggas from different sets
Unorthodox muthafuckas, ready to breed
Cause you breathe what we talk, nigga
You breathe and eat what we talk, muthafucka
[Verse 1: Sicx]
I'm like a splintеr inside yo dick
Dare you to take that еight-ball piss
Better hold yo shit and tweak, take a leak, it'll take a week for the itchin blood to stop running
Close up shop cause I'm coming with the intake
Of all five of Michael's Halloween flicks and a mix of burning kool-aid (Smoking on)
Angel dust laying ya nuts to rust
Dangle ya guts
Turn your whole molecular midsection, into puss
Say ya last if you must
Such a invigorating feeling
Skin gets to peeling from the radiation of murder
Can't you smell murder in the air?
Wave a mr-better-get-yo-shit-together like you just don't care
And my costume wet your whole t shirt with my monsoon
Heat on deck next to yo neck leave no meat left kill with each step, my murderphile needs breath, turn yo ass around and meet death
This Manson Minded niggas already prepped
Siccmade synchronize creek mobb ties
Open yo eyes and die, voila
Brain gone ever since he was born
Leave yo set bone dry, shouldn't have left home, now it's on
Motivate through your fort, my nigga who loves roulette
For the sport
Hit the port, bleach and fly killa, die nigga
That's from me to you, no need to hit me back unless you bleed
Leave you butt naked in the middle of the street gone off speed
Shall we pray cause we all dying today
[Chorus:]
(Dear Lord fore I die can I run through the Killing Fields.)
Come play with the murderers one last time 'fore I split the pill
(Heaven can't wait for me)
Punch the clock say bye to my block
(I wanna be where the killers run free.)
And sometimes I just wanna die, take the flight to 1,000ft that thai up in the sky
Born with no wing
Fall to the ground
Is it in my mind?
All the time I'm thinking I'm alive
All the while I'm living die dead
Why live?
[Verse 2: Sicx]
With the reflection of my nightmare blooming off yo window pane
In control of my siccmade brain, affixed to yo sane way of thinkin
Dance with the devil, O Eight and pussy drippin
Reeking of last night's date rape, got it all on tape
Dub her wrists together
Can't wait to nut, slow breathing [?]
Keep the camera rolling, as the switchblade is calisthenics, circle the clit with the tip of my knife, paramedics working hard on yo ass all night
Not my fault, I was taught with no parental discrepancy
These demons got me second guessing
My ears still cry for blessings
God's word against my infections
Intestines tingle like spider sense
Hear talking over the fence, from the kindred
Wicked-I-come-muthafucka-off-one
And won't get off til I'm done
Hit the grill eat the kill leave em still
Shake the trees and eat they young
Fuck they sheep until I cum
The night breed and the highspeed
Let 'em bleed when I hit the weed
Madesicc pimp walk like Jason
Came quick when I'm off that mason
Be patient
Please be patient
Please be patient
Please be patient
And come run with me through the killing fields
[Chorus:]
(Dear Lord fore I die can I run through the Killing Fields.)
Come play with the murderers one last time 'fore I split the pill
(Heaven can't wait for me)
Punch the clock say bye to my block
(I wanna be where the killers run free.)
And sometimes I just wanna die, take the flight to 1,000ft that thai up in the sky
Born with no wing
Fall to the ground
Is it in my mind?
All the time I'm thinking I'm alive
All the while I'm living die dead
Why live?
Tuned into 66.6 on yo FM dial
These niggas is Madesicc
The concoction fo yo ass
Niggas coming heated
A new breed of killas
A new breed of killas
A new breed of killers