Sicx - 9 Millameter lyrics

Everybody wants to go to Heaven, but nobody 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 k**a! Comin' off that liquor's got this n***a down to spill ya! I'm from the Sac, guess which one, take the gun n***a 411 on that n***a who made that siccness come Except for the mind of Manson Cause no one's siccer than this n***a That psycho hittin it from the mouthaf**in (???) What can I tell ya? I just don't give a f** about lickin' up them nuts comin' out those s*uts after blowing their f**ing p**y 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 a**hole That creeper see comin' off that liquor to let that blast go Comin' off that fix that n***a that Sicx then another gunshot Givin' off that one meaningful little POP! Caught em in that b**h's co*k But it won't stop, smokin' up every n***a who sleeps Smoke every n***a who creeped Up on that n***a 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 hit the baby k**er My n***a Lynch running out now running up in a b**h Gives a f** 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***a that psycho Lynch loadin' that clip and let that trigga BOOM! Givin' up much love for that psycho baby k**a! Just let 'em die while they (??) become a k**a! Then hit the grave, my n***a said "Let 'em rot" Fill 'em up with babies 'til their bodies reach the dirty top Whose got 'em thinkin'? Whose got 'em k**in', got em drinkin'? That 4 0 shot and watch them babies brains start the leakin' And come that n***a who be cuttin' off the babies dicks So check the flavor next time you eat that tuna fish n***a 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 horny Hell's angel Crucifixion ain't the same though Ain't no cross involved just let that motherf**er die and go bu*t 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** get thick I'm gonna kick it with ya with the clip BOOM BOOM! A sin from that everybody k**a! 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 Hell Better watch that time or my 9 I'll make ya know it well The b**h k**a, 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**h k**a! That crazy n***a from that Garden Blocc villa! Somethin to tell ya: The reason why ya didn't make it Ya let my devil get ya f**in' a** incarcerated! [Hook x2] But here I come With a runnin' up meta double up Creeker p**y leaker k**a style for now watch that ripper Cause the Jack that (???) stalkin' n***a walkin' trigger clinched ya body ditchin' gut stitchin' up But I want a dead b**h to f** See now! Look at that k**in' when it happened My Cisco got me Schizo so my bullets keep on cappin' Bounty hunter, that crazy a** momma f**er 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**er die and go And swing this way, i let that siccness keep on comin' If Christ died for me, the motherf**er 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***a fold up (???) define That siccness come and I just speak up The T to the R to the I P and a f**in 9 milameta!