Brotha Lynch Hung - Siccness lyrics

Verse 1 : PIT Please Mr. D.O.C Tell me could ya get a P.I.T. remedy Im poisoned I got this aching in my tum tum Everytime i hit the chronic blunt i'm thinking redrum Doomsday and EBK is all that a k**a see I'm having visions of ripping out a n******gs spleen My patience short and I k**ed before And them voices in my head keep teelin me to k** once more Whats up DOC is there any hope? I try to cope but im loco to a cut-throat Addicted to weed, smokin and drinking like a pirate Ain't no denying it A n***a down to start a riot Sic wit it, down for k**in n***as, im down for k**in b**hes Set rippin on the haters f** i pop a witness, siccness using chronic for my coffee f** robotussin d**h runs in my day, is my prescription Im sick brotha stay away unless you kick it too Cause not no more you got the common cause of it too So i stay true 347 dedicated to doom Antibiotics, pennicillin can't help this feeeling And i can't help kicking it with sick n***as Cause my mind is gone... and my blood is black And wit da siccness trickling in my dome im not alone Ekklyps, Lynch and a n***a PIT sic the in a gla** of chronic with a hot bowl of monkey sh** So imma call you in the morning docter gonna have my cure My mediction 187 cure da siccness Chorus : Its the siccness , the siccness Its the siccness , the siccness Its the siccness , the siccness Verse 2 : Eklypss Evilistic ... Eternal burnin sherm sticks Hit dat sh** and feel like superman in mental cliccs I got that sicc in the brain psycho norman bates sh** But im still that wicked insane siccness n***a EKlypss Load the clip and hit dat alley with the torch Bust, be sure to get them b**hes on the porch If you miss ain't no time for reloadin no empty clips Get your a** split, hit with a dose of this evil siccness How could you love me the k**er With murder in my eyes everytime i see a b**h n***a With the millimeter to your gut 9 ,10, 11, 12 n***as i done f**ed up sh** Doc, im steady swingin with this axe And a fact ive done sharpened every tool in my shack Attacks imma brainstormer body draining embalmer b**h harmer with that same sicc doom drama My definition of a k**er 6ft 240lb n***a Eklypss, i got some evil sh** thats creeping through my terror dome I take an axe and hack up every motherf**er on And goin murder with the quickness n***a this wiccedness, doom sh** siccness Not sh** tell me what the f** is wrong with the Ekklyps Whisper : (you got a mutherfuccin fatal case of the siccness) Verse 3 : Brotha Lynch Hung Just touched down, 15 years Knowing n***as rather put a spike in ya ears Cut ya nuts of mix'em with ya grits Cut ya dick off ya stitchem with ya b**h made n***a's die early Hard n***as die quicker off the jail house liquor Now you a sicker n***a. Quick creeping with yo black ice pick Trust me it ain't a good sight when ya k**in them Mix'em up and i fix'em up in a crockpot full of gravy Need more sh** so i hit the block with my baby 80 rounds clips admit if it ain't that siccness then witness dead bodies and maserati's lookin like swiss chesse and tato chips Whats wrong with a n***a DOC? I can't stop fiendin for the chop chop And i bet the n***a's on my lot dont like my plot So i empty out these n***a's chest house the session,robotussin Couldn't hurt but these chromosones done got me stressin Smith and Wessun, murder session Sick n***a's doomsday taught a n***a one lesson Off the 4-0 ounce , and im siccer than siccer they told me Its the siccness , the siccness Its the siccness , the siccness Its the siccness , the siccness