First Degree The D.E. - Siccem lyrics

[Hook - x2] Grrr, siccem! (Deuce-four, Deuce four) Ha-ha-ha siccem! (Deuce-four, Deuce four) Ahh, stick up Ha-ha-ha victim Number two hundred and twenty four Ha-ha-ha get 'em Grrr, siccem! Ha-ha-ha siccem! [Verse 1 - Brotha Lynch Hung] They call me Mr. Siccaluff*gus Quick to yell out "f** a b**h!" Thinkin' n***a quick stuck 'em With the situation I tuck a 'fifth Ready to straight up cut the skin off I'm a little off, see they lame, brains hang out Insane gang stranged out I'm sicc of this, I'mma get venomous Insinamous? dem fangs hang out Insane in the brained out, no thang stangs ever came out Split your liver, you better get your kids, upgrade the house With samurais, turn the whole family into eggs and chowder I'm so crazy 'bout her, I call her my switchb**h Stick it up in you, taking out your insides Put the rest in the ditch quick I'mma eat like Hannibal, cannibal, wild bill sh** Having a n***a bust melodies, yelling like Johnny Gillsh** I'm a new addition to Strange, we about to k** sh** Yeah we all sicc in the brain, no major record deal sh** Yeah, we all carry the thangs, plastic and steel sh** Put it up in your veins and find it n***a, we will siccem! [Hook - x2] [Verse 2 - First Degree The DE] Gang bang California We chill on ___ and goblet My gangsta persona coming to lubrication process Lynch Hung up to my brim n***a you the greatest And alos N9na, tech fiend ya ______ Big balls, big hands We get too deep, too dangerous To roll with Strangers, bringin' Dinner and Movie ____ Can't help but feeling unholy Strapped with the 9-toolie First Degree DE, West Coast braggadoc' Coming from my hood with the swagger most? I'm comfortable, in a cubby Feeling kinda nice getting rid of that postie Hang with gang bang n***as - felons mostly Strapped up with heavies Infinite plethora of weaponry Watch the b**hes chill on my gangsta pedigree ___ too much feeling yourself Popping off at the mouth But you ain't that important see what I'm meaning n***a I'll Siccem! [Hook - x2] [Verse 3 - G-Macc] I can't welcome you to the nightmare The nightmare is me I put the knife right there Most evil dream you ever seen Especially when I run up on them with the Heckler-thing Escalate the whole label-to-label beef 280 degrees Y'all wanna see a dead body? Twitter follow me And I'm back to the dungeon About to put one in the hostages Chop 'em in threes Top in the TV-news Pullin' out the pockets Pullin' out esophagus 24 street blue, shout outs to Lin Dog Creeping through ninja court with the heat Me and ??? Keep the automatic heated up like oven pilots See no evil And while motherf**ers take music shots At me I got the semi locked and loaded Put 'em in the butcher shop Forget the mopping up all the blood And getaway, escape from the parking lot The clip - empty it out and run! Back to the save haven and stop Murder with tinker sh** in my tape-deck Then I wrap them up in latex like it's safe s** I'll stab and stick em [Hook - x2] [Outro: First Degree the DE] (Brotha Lynch Hung) (To me it's Halloween everyday) So deep in the swamp you can't help but to get dirty, ya digs Brotha Lynch Hung, the siccmade Juggernaut (madesicc juggernaut) G-Macc, the vampire And me, First Degree the DE (and who are you?) AKA __ black and blue Mmm, sicc em! Ha-ha-ha! Siccem! In case, In case, you missed what I just said I said the greatest for a reason, ya feels? In case you missed what we was flowing, we was on top of the bail ya feels? (Spider-man, rip gut cannibal) ____ Shout's out to the thugs! The fam and the n***a posse!(Who else? Strange music ____ and the Juggalos