[lord infamous]
Well, lord infamous shall take 1000 razor blades and press them in they flesh.
Take my pitchfork up outta the fire, soakin' it down in their chest.
Through the ribs, spines, charcoal the muscle tissue
And sendin' what
Cause i think that b**h might miss you.
But first, i want to slowly pull off all your skin
Get grease and boil it hot pour on you and your dead friend.
I probably oughta be not be so knockin' this hollow point slaughtering the body
I am so naughty because i am moderately in to photography
Following through the autopsy
But man, f** it, pour some acid on them, too
That
[skinny pimp]
Just look into the eyes of the mask
Slangin my ak to knock out my enemies
Fear of the razor, da blast, he done pa**ed
Leavin no trace of the evidence
Bodies sit in box chopped up in pieces
His soul done rose, i placed them tubes up under my mattress
My conscience is black and it
Cause i murdered a b**h, and the devil just rushin my time
With this 9 in my hand causin d**h when you sleep
In the casket i make you no k**as in mind
Pullin a jack, reach me that cheese, make stupid moves
n***a ya bleed
Bustin 17, please don
Either long range street sweep
Never ever run from the buckshots, bust em at ya back
When i
In 2 deep, you sleep, we creep, juiceman, what would you do?
[juicy j]
First a juicy looked in the white pages for this b**h
Mafia-style phoo cause you don
Called him at his f**in home, nothin' but breathin on the phone
Warnin sign to let you know i
Wether ya run i be stoppin ya, with the 2 9s i be poppin ya
Witness a n***a from north memphis of the triple 6 mafia
2 k**as at yo front door, 3 k**as at yo back door
These hoes peeked through the curtains
And saw them gats pointed at the window
Nothin but destruction after we touched em
Man i thought you knew
That
[gangsta boo]
Think about a master plan on how to buck them b**hes dead
Gangsta boo the devil
Yes i
Torture your body with nothin but fire
Then i calmly shoot you b**h
Blast you in yo head make sure you dead
Cause i don
My words of wisdom: the weaker the victim the bigger the thrill
The triple 6 mafia do not feel sorry for none of you dirty hoes
We full of that weed so we proceed to take your f**in soul
It
That
[playa fly]
Clizick with the real triple 6 n***az for yo d**h
Ain
Six n***az trill, ready to k**, bustas, s**as jump
Pull a f**ed up clickin on you n***as, fly gon ball, you punk
To you f**in imitators, watch yo a** f**in click
Bite a playa
Fly gon bring them body bags, lord you touch the f**in shovel
Dig it deep and bury that b**h
Lay em down there with the devil
Busta numb, red rum, mr. i-b-n, fool
Oh that
[d.j. paul]
First i hit up crunchy, and i get full of that holy ghost
The devil
You f**ed up with the wrong click
So your murder
Plus satan
Burrnin from the aim, my glock knows more
Every blink of the eye
But before it
In your weak thigh
Fall on to your kness, now it
My fist full of fire, i punch a hole straight through yo chest
So any trick that wanna bite of this, everything, it
You heard what i would do, and the triple 6 whole f**in crew
Chorus (4x): n***a, live by yo rep cause we ain
When i blast on yo a**, i
[lord infamous]
See we can
Broke out the blender and i made some krayzie gravy
It
Don
Because we crave dead flesh
Triple 6 b**h, easily you can be next
-yeah, b**h, the triple 6 mafia, breakin muthaf**in bones like it
Ain
-(talking)