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  brotha lynch hung-rest in piss
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  brotha lynch hung-refuse to lose
intense song.. raw lyrics.. want some rip-gut shit? yeh nigga i got it sewn intense song.. raw lyrics.. want some rip-gut shit? yeh nigga i got it sewn intense song.. raw lyrics.. want some rip-gut shit? yeh nigga i got it sewn
  brotha lynch hung-liquor sicc (the video)
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  brotha lynch hung interview
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  brotha lynch hung - locc 2 da brain
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  brotha lynch hung sicmade freestyle #1
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  brotha lynch hung - sicc made
[grisly voice] yeah, the baby killas 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 aint gonna die so im 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 ? ? ? ? ? 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, im 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 im that nigga they call lynch, i gotem niggas fiendin for my shit i empty clips, drinkin, fuckin with tha splift and its the nigga that kill for reason, its the season of the sicc thats 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 aint 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 dont 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 im like j. dahmer, im 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 babys mama and shes suckin your sons dick thats the mothafuckin siccness... so, ya mothafuckas dont ya forget that shit... and dont 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 its the season so my reason is legit im havin fits, i dreamed of eatin bloody pussy clits since i was six i fiend for a dead pussy on dick, i gotta skits meanin i dont give a shit about ya biyatch that nigga thats from tha blocc, killin up tha cog, so, nigga, shii-it baby barbeque ribs and guts and, ah, dont 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 wouldnt 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 dont understand it its so outlandish, chewin nigga nuts to cure my fit the human meat fix, bitin til the skin rips, that sick nigga, so sick livin dead ever since... [grisly voice] yeah, the baby killas 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 aint gonna die so im 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 ? ? ? ? ? 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, im 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 im that nigga they call lynch, i gotem niggas fiendin for my shit i empty clips, drinkin, fuckin with tha splift and its the nigga that kill for reason, its the season of the sicc thats 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 aint 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 dont 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 im like j. dahmer, im 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 babys mama and shes suckin your sons dick thats the mothafuckin siccness... so, ya mothafuckas dont ya forget that shit... and dont 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 its the season so my reason is legit im havin fits, i dreamed of eatin bloody pussy clits since i was six i fiend for a dead pussy on dick, i gotta skits meanin i dont give a shit about ya biyatch that nigga thats from tha blocc, killin up tha cog, so, nigga, shii-it baby barbeque ribs and guts and, ah, dont 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 wouldnt 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 dont understand it its so outlandish, chewin nigga nuts to cure my fit the human meat fix, bitin til the skin rips, that sick nigga, so sick livin dead ever since... [grisly voice] yeah, the baby killas 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 aint gonna die so im 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 ? ? ? ? ? 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, im 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 im that nigga they call lynch, i gotem niggas fiendin for my shit i empty clips, drinkin, fuckin with tha splift and its the nigga that kill for reason, its the season of the sicc thats 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 aint 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 dont 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 im like j. dahmer, im 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 babys mama and shes suckin your sons dick thats the mothafuckin siccness... so, ya mothafuckas dont ya forget that shit... and dont 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 its the season so my reason is legit im havin fits, i dreamed of eatin bloody pussy clits since i was six i fiend for a dead pussy on dick, i gotta skits meanin i dont give a shit about ya biyatch that nigga thats from tha blocc, killin up tha cog, so, nigga, shii-it baby barbeque ribs and guts and, ah, dont 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 wouldnt 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 dont understand it its so outlandish, chewin nigga nuts to cure my fit the human meat fix, bitin til the skin rips, that sick nigga, so sick livin dead ever since...
  brotha lynch hung-season of da siccness
brotha lynch hung & sicx. put together by ..nzmadesicc.. brotha lynch hung & sicx. put together by ..nzmadesicc.. brotha lynch hung & sicx. put together by ..nzmadesicc..
  brotha lynch hung-siccmade (video)
video of 'siccmade'.. which i made.. (-_-) hope you like it. ..nzmadesicc.. video of 'siccmade'.. which i made.. (-_-) hope you like it. ..nzmadesicc.. video of 'siccmade'.. which i made.. (-_-) hope you like it. ..nzmadesicc..
  brotha lynch hung-suicide note
brotha lynch hung-suicide note. great song from brotha lynch. though brotha lynch's verse was short it was sicc!! sicc guitar solo too. brotha lynch hung everybody. brotha lynch is the best rapper in the game!! living legend. brotha lynch hung-suicide note. great song from brotha lynch. though brotha lynch's verse was short it was sicc!! sicc guitar solo too. brotha lynch hung everybody. brotha lynch is the best rapper in the game!! living legend. brotha lynch hung-suicide note. great song from brotha lynch. though brotha lynch's verse was short it was sicc!! sicc guitar solo too. brotha lynch hung everybody. brotha lynch is the best rapper in the game!! living legend.
  brotha lynch hung - dead man walkin
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  brotha lynch hung, c-bo & tech n9ne- 187...
brotha lynch hung, c-bo & tech n9ne- 187 on a hook brotha lynch hung, c-bo & tech n9ne- 187 on a hook brotha lynch hung, c-bo & tech n9ne- 187 on a hook
  brotha lynch hung loc to tha brain
real good brotha lynch song (rate,subscribe only if you like da music) lyrics: verse one: baby x-rated locc comin off that high it's that double-set rapped around some funk in the trunk i got the mossberg pump and bout' to jack a punk and when that siccness hits i'm like a new stage watch my back, hit the dank, load the gat, make the grave twelve midnight, my niggas on the stroll, mr. doc, baby reg, brotha lynch, big dan we bout' to roll ridin deep hella high so nigga peep this, take ya glock off safety turn around and hit the street when i got the milli pictured in my head ain't no stoppin cuz the devil said i'm halfway dead what can i say got them evil thoughts fillin' up my head locc to the brain on that insane tip e-b-k everyday the block-style bitch smokin' dank with my braids in my hair and i'm riding on a full tank my nine on the side going both ways, peel a niggas cap and then i'm sideways chorus: repeat 2x locc to da brain insane every day all day it's e-b-k where niggaz load they straps cause the rival's on the way locc to da brain... verse two: big dan now try to peep this watt g straight low killa rollin five and the deuce locc to the brain set-trippin' after fucking with that sick juice i fuckin' pump twelve rounds of that knot block the plot (you down to ride?) yeah we fuckin' with them body drops stop hit the lights there them niggas go reach for your flags your straps and roll the windows low roll slow these niggas actin like they know us are here, they fuckin' duckin' dodging bullets damn i emptied the clip they bustin' back trying to hit us from the blind side low, a fucking doughnut and the twelve-gauge pump hang from the window what's up now nigga yee-ah l-o-c to the brain and gauge blast equals rest in pain insane loc so a nigga don't give a fuck it's in the hearts so these rival niggas straight stuck i let the gauge loose damn i've never seen so much blood it's all for gang and the gang shows no love fool so if you ever see us rollin through your side it ain't all good, i suggest you hide chorus: 1x locc to da brain insane every day all day it's e-b-k where niggaz load they straps cause the rival's on the way verse 3: mr. doc come with me deep see how i'm bout to do it for this back with tight big shit them fools that say they'll kill the stinking hits not doing shit when they get lit up on they turf so move on with they life one even left [ find more lyrics at www.mp3lyrics.org/aiu ] that since that time i haven't heard from him now that's my locc right damn, where'd you go folks? remember we're supposed to be the ones with brains this locc's so nigga fuck it, i'll do it like your ass is dead and touch them niggas with the mack-eleven out of the shell i'm burning up the villiage nigga life is a bitch somes i set the tags and name on the wall you fucking snitch so you'll make a switch on how you're gang-banging l-o-c and to the brain real locc's don't play that way see your niggas on the other side is best to hit the floor and watch them flesh-shredders bout' to rip your asshole apart and now it is said and what was said will come to pass from mr. doc amen, god bless your ass chorus: repeat 2x locc to da brain insane every day all day it's e-b-k where niggaz load they straps cause the rival's on the way verse 4: baby reg see i was standing in the middle of a circle cuz' a nigga is trying to jack me with a nine-millimeter ruger and a six deep posse but i ain't going out for a jack move the only thing on my mind is pullin my nine and these handles in these fools now tell me what you busters want with me? they started talking about pockets on the ground you mean empty my loot out, you fools must be smokin' sherms but i'll be glad to put my strap up in your face and let some gun powder burn now take a lesson from a sac-town criminal i'm standing all alone in the street and talkin shit to your circle and ain't no blastin y'all must be bluffin threw up my sign and grabbed my nine-millimeter nine and started bustin on niggas and watching every muther fucker try to run that locc to da brain got a nigga insane with a fucking empty gun so imma continue to strike and stay alone and maintain my self-pride cuz' when i ride it's always locc to da brain chorus: repeat 2x locc to da brain insane every day all day it's e-b-k where niggaz load they straps cause the rival's on the way verse 5: brotha lynch you can't see me for the fact that the inside of my strap's in your sight bout' to put some slugs in your throat and put your guts in my coat and hit the night drop a sack of indo in my pipe and it's ebk everyday until the day i hit my grave-sight that locc to the brain cuz' it's all redrum a couple of hits from the purple spliff and i'm workin a fifth of the coke and rum i have my twelve gauge-pump decorating niggas brains nigga nuts and guts it how we get sick real good brotha lynch song (rate,subscribe only if you like da music) lyrics: verse one: baby x-rated locc comin off that high it's that double-set rapped around some funk in the trunk i got the mossberg pump and bout' to jack a punk and when that siccness hits i'm like a new stage watch my back, hit the dank, load the gat, make the grave twelve midnight, my niggas on the stroll, mr. doc, baby reg, brotha lynch, big dan we bout' to roll ridin deep hella high so nigga peep this, take ya glock off safety turn around and hit the street when i got the milli pictured in my head ain't no stoppin cuz the devil said i'm halfway dead what can i say got them evil thoughts fillin' up my head locc to the brain on that insane tip e-b-k everyday the block-style bitch smokin' dank with my braids in my hair and i'm riding on a full tank my nine on the side going both ways, peel a niggas cap and then i'm sideways chorus: repeat 2x locc to da brain insane every day all day it's e-b-k where niggaz load they straps cause the rival's on the way locc to da brain... verse two: big dan now try to peep this watt g straight low killa rollin five and the deuce locc to the brain set-trippin' after fucking with that sick juice i fuckin' pump twelve rounds of that knot block the plot (you down to ride?) yeah we fuckin' with them body drops stop hit the lights there them niggas go reach for your flags your straps and roll the windows low roll slow these niggas actin like they know us are here, they fuckin' duckin' dodging bullets damn i emptied the clip they bustin' back trying to hit us from the blind side low, a fucking doughnut and the twelve-gauge pump hang from the window what's up now nigga yee-ah l-o-c to the brain and gauge blast equals rest in pain insane loc so a nigga don't give a fuck it's in the hearts so these rival niggas straight stuck i let the gauge loose damn i've never seen so much blood it's all for gang and the gang shows no love fool so if you ever see us rollin through your side it ain't all good, i suggest you hide chorus: 1x locc to da brain insane every day all day it's e-b-k where niggaz load they straps cause the rival's on the way verse 3: mr. doc come with me deep see how i'm bout to do it for this back with tight big shit them fools that say they'll kill the stinking hits not doing shit when they get lit up on they turf so move on with they life one even left [ find more lyrics at www.mp3lyrics.org/aiu ] that since that time i haven't heard from him now that's my locc right damn, where'd you go folks? remember we're supposed to be the ones with brains this locc's so nigga fuck it, i'll do it like your ass is dead and touch them niggas with the mack-eleven out of the shell i'm burning up the villiage nigga life is a bitch somes i set the tags and name on the wall you fucking snitch so you'll make a switch on how you're gang-banging l-o-c and to the brain real locc's don't play that way see your niggas on the other side is best to hit the floor and watch them flesh-shredders bout' to rip your asshole apart and now it is said and what was said will come to pass from mr. doc amen, god bless your ass chorus: repeat 2x locc to da brain insane every day all day it's e-b-k where niggaz load they straps cause the rival's on the way verse 4: baby reg see i was standing in the middle of a circle cuz' a nigga is trying to jack me with a nine-millimeter ruger and a six deep posse but i ain't going out for a jack move the only thing on my mind is pullin my nine and these handles in these fools now tell me what you busters want with me? they started talking about pockets on the ground you mean empty my loot out, you fools must be smokin' sherms but i'll be glad to put my strap up in your face and let some gun powder burn now take a lesson from a sac-town criminal i'm standing all alone in the street and talkin shit to your circle and ain't no blastin y'all must be bluffin threw up my sign and grabbed my nine-millimeter nine and started bustin on niggas and watching every muther fucker try to run that locc to da brain got a nigga insane with a fucking empty gun so imma continue to strike and stay alone and maintain my self-pride cuz' when i ride it's always locc to da brain chorus: repeat 2x locc to da brain insane every day all day it's e-b-k where niggaz load they straps cause the rival's on the way verse 5: brotha lynch you can't see me for the fact that the inside of my strap's in your sight bout' to put some slugs in your throat and put your guts in my coat and hit the night drop a sack of indo in my pipe and it's ebk everyday until the day i hit my grave-sight that locc to the brain cuz' it's all redrum a couple of hits from the purple spliff and i'm workin a fifth of the coke and rum i have my twelve gauge-pump decorating niggas brains nigga nuts and guts it how we get sick real good brotha lynch song (rate,subscribe only if you like da music) lyrics: verse one: baby x-rated locc comin off that high it's that double-set rapped around some funk in the trunk i got the mossberg pump and bout' to jack a punk and when that siccness hits i'm like a new stage watch my back, hit the dank, load the gat, make the grave twelve midnight, my niggas on the stroll, mr. doc, baby reg, brotha lynch, big dan we bout' to roll ridin deep hella high so nigga peep this, take ya glock off safety turn around and hit the street when i got the milli pictured in my head ain't no stoppin cuz the devil said i'm halfway dead what can i say got them evil thoughts fillin' up my head locc to the brain on that insane tip e-b-k everyday the block-style bitch smokin' dank with my braids in my hair and i'm riding on a full tank my nine on the side going both ways, peel a niggas cap and then i'm sideways chorus: repeat 2x locc to da brain insane every day all day it's e-b-k where niggaz load they straps cause the rival's on the way locc to da brain... verse two: big dan now try to peep this watt g straight low killa rollin five and the deuce locc to the brain set-trippin' after fucking with that sick juice i fuckin' pump twelve rounds of that knot block the plot (you down to ride?) yeah we fuckin' with them body drops stop hit the lights there them niggas go reach for your flags your straps and roll the windows low roll slow these niggas actin like they know us are here, they fuckin' duckin' dodging bullets damn i emptied the clip they bustin' back trying to hit us from the blind side low, a fucking doughnut and the twelve-gauge pump hang from the window what's up now nigga yee-ah l-o-c to the brain and gauge blast equals rest in pain insane loc so a nigga don't give a fuck it's in the hearts so these rival niggas straight stuck i let the gauge loose damn i've never seen so much blood it's all for gang and the gang shows no love fool so if you ever see us rollin through your side it ain't all good, i suggest you hide chorus: 1x locc to da brain insane every day all day it's e-b-k where niggaz load they straps cause the rival's on the way verse 3: mr. doc come with me deep see how i'm bout to do it for this back with tight big shit them fools that say they'll kill the stinking hits not doing shit when they get lit up on they turf so move on with they life one even left [ find more lyrics at www.mp3lyrics.org/aiu ] that since that time i haven't heard from him now that's my locc right damn, where'd you go folks? remember we're supposed to be the ones with brains this locc's so nigga fuck it, i'll do it like your ass is dead and touch them niggas with the mack-eleven out of the shell i'm burning up the villiage nigga life is a bitch somes i set the tags and name on the wall you fucking snitch so you'll make a switch on how you're gang-banging l-o-c and to the brain real locc's don't play that way see your niggas on the other side is best to hit the floor and watch them flesh-shredders bout' to rip your asshole apart and now it is said and what was said will come to pass from mr. doc amen, god bless your ass chorus: repeat 2x locc to da brain insane every day all day it's e-b-k where niggaz load they straps cause the rival's on the way verse 4: baby reg see i was standing in the middle of a circle cuz' a nigga is trying to jack me with a nine-millimeter ruger and a six deep posse but i ain't going out for a jack move the only thing on my mind is pullin my nine and these handles in these fools now tell me what you busters want with me? they started talking about pockets on the ground you mean empty my loot out, you fools must be smokin' sherms but i'll be glad to put my strap up in your face and let some gun powder burn now take a lesson from a sac-town criminal i'm standing all alone in the street and talkin shit to your circle and ain't no blastin y'all must be bluffin threw up my sign and grabbed my nine-millimeter nine and started bustin on niggas and watching every muther fucker try to run that locc to da brain got a nigga insane with a fucking empty gun so imma continue to strike and stay alone and maintain my self-pride cuz' when i ride it's always locc to da brain chorus: repeat 2x locc to da brain insane every day all day it's e-b-k where niggaz load they straps cause the rival's on the way verse 5: brotha lynch you can't see me for the fact that the inside of my strap's in your sight bout' to put some slugs in your throat and put your guts in my coat and hit the night drop a sack of indo in my pipe and it's ebk everyday until the day i hit my grave-sight that locc to the brain cuz' it's all redrum a couple of hits from the purple spliff and i'm workin a fifth of the coke and rum i have my twelve gauge-pump decorating niggas brains nigga nuts and guts it how we get sick
  brotha lynch hung - our town
featuring c.o.s [criminal of sac] & nicc black. siccmade muzicc - who really did put sac on tha map?.. who put sac on tha map volume. 3 (2007) ..nzmadesicc.. featuring c.o.s [criminal of sac] & nicc black. siccmade muzicc - who really did put sac on tha map?.. who put sac on tha map volume. 3 (2007) ..nzmadesicc.. featuring c.o.s [criminal of sac] & nicc black. siccmade muzicc - who really did put sac on tha map?.. who put sac on tha map volume. 3 (2007) ..nzmadesicc..
  brotha lynch hung - liquor sicc [by mic]
brotha lynch hung - liquor sicc album: season of da siccness year: 1995 there ain't no fuccin' way! damn g'd up song brotha lynch hung - liquor sicc album: season of da siccness year: 1995 there ain't no fuccin' way! damn g'd up song brotha lynch hung - liquor sicc album: season of da siccness year: 1995 there ain't no fuccin' way! damn g'd up song
  brotha lynch hung-went from
song originally off the album. lynch by inch/suicide note and now on the ripgut collection. ..nzmadesicc.. song originally off the album. lynch by inch/suicide note and now on the ripgut collection. ..nzmadesicc.. song originally off the album. lynch by inch/suicide note and now on the ripgut collection. ..nzmadesicc..
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