Sashimi (Japanese: 刺身, pronounced [saɕi̥mi]; /səˈʃiːmiː/) is a Japanese delicacy consisting of very fresh raw meat or fish sliced into thin pieces.
The word sashimi means "pierced body", i.e. "刺身 = sashimi, where 刺し = sashi (pierced, stuck) and 身 = mi (body, meat). This word dates from the Muromachi period, and was possibly coined when the word "切る = kiru (cut), the culinary step, was considered too inauspicious to be used by anyone other than samurai. This word may derive from the culinary practice of sticking the fish's tail and fin to the slices in identifying the fish being eaten.
Another possibility for the name could come from the traditional method of harvesting. 'Sashimi Grade' fish is caught by individual handline. As soon as the fish is landed, its brain is pierced with a sharp spike; and it is placed in slurried ice. This spiking is called the Ike jime process, and the instantaneous death means that the fish's flesh contains a minimal amount of lactic acid. This means that the fish will keep fresh on ice for about ten days, without turning white or otherwise degrading.
[Chorus: Brotha Lynch Hung]
Deuce click, siccem
Hahaha siccem
Ah stick up
Hahaha victim
Number two hundred and twenty four
Hahaha get 'em
Grr, siccem
Hahaha siccem
[Verse 1: Brotha Lynch Hung]
They call me Mr. Sicca-love-a-kiss
Quick to yell out "fucc a bitch! "
Thinkin' nigga 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'm a get venomous
(? Insinamous?), step fangs hang out
Insane in the brained out, no thang stangs ever came out
Split your liver, you better get your kids, I'll break the house
With samurais, turn the whole family into eggs and chowder
I'm so crazy 'bout her, I call her my switchbitch
Stick it up in you, taking out your insides
Put the rest in the ditch quick
I'm a eat like Hannibal, cannibal, wild vill shit
Having a nigga bust melodies, yelling like Johnny Gillshit
I'm a new addition to Strange, we about to kill shit
Yeah we all sicc in the brain, no major record deal shit
Yeah, we all carry the thangs, plastic and steel shit
Put it up in your veins and find it nigga, we will siccem!
[Chorus: Brotha Lynch Hung]
Deuce click, siccem
Hahaha siccem
Ah stick up
Hahaha victim
Number two hundred and twenty four
Hahaha get 'em
Grr, siccem
Hahaha siccem
[Verse 2: First Degree The DE]
That's to get lots of motza
That's what we after
Tech N9ne for life bitch
[Chorus: Brotha Lynch Hung]
Deuce click, siccem
Hahaha siccem
Ah stick up
Hahaha victim
Number two hundred and twenty four
Hahaha get 'em
Grr, siccem
Hahaha siccem
[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
[Chorus: Brotha Lynch Hung]
Deuce click, siccem
Hahaha siccem
Ah stick up
Hahaha victim
Number two hundred and twenty four
Hahaha get 'em
Grr, siccem