SIC lyrics

[Intro: KingPin Skinny Pimp]
Ah, not a thermometer
b*tch, it's the 9 inches, I'm—
Ah, not a thermometer
b*tch, it's the 9 inches, I'm—
Ah, not a thermometer
b*tch, it's the 9 inches, I'm—
Ah, not a thermometer
b*tch, it's the 9 inches, I'm—
Ah, not a thermometer
b*tch, it's the 9 inches, I'm—
Ah, not a thermometer
b*tch, it's the 9 inches, I'm—
Ah, not a thermometer
b*tch, it's the 9 inches, I'm—
Ah, not a thermometer
b*tch, it's the 9 inches, I'm—

[Verse 1: Freddie Dredd]
I feel so mothaf*ckin’ sick from the murders that I do
Blood streamin' down your neck, as I grip up to the Tec
Head poundin' like the pigs at yo' mothaf*ckin' door
No questions will be asked because you a stupid hoe
Find yo' mothaf*ckin’ body mutilated in the sea
Floatin' like a f*ckin' trout, blood all spread out
You think there’s recovery? b*tch, you do not want to know me
F-R-E-D Dredd is me, feel me creepin' on yo' street
Body so sore from the bullsh*t I endure
Demons poisonin' yo' mind, lead you right to yo' demise
Say goodbye to yo' life because it will end so fast
Motherf*ckin' hit the gas, 'cause your carcass will not last
Hit the motherf*ckin' place, such a motherf*ckin' shame
You will not look the same, once again I'll tell you, mane
I will kill you, not for play, just for pleasure, that's so sane
I can not ask any mo', shut the f*ck up, hit the flo'
[Outro: KingPin Skinny Pimp]
Ah, not a thermometer
b*tch, it's the 9 inches, I'm—
Ah, not a thermometer
b*tch, it's the 9 inches, I'm—
Ah, not a thermometer
b*tch, it's the 9 inches, I'm—
Ah, not a thermometer
b*tch, it's the 9 inches, I'm—
Ah, not a thermometer
b*tch, it's the 9 inches, I'm—
Ah, not a thermometer
b*tch, it's the 9 inches, I'm—
Ah, not a thermometer
b*tch, it's the 9 inches, I'm—
Ah, not a thermometer
b*tch, it's the 9 inches, I'm—