Three 6 Mafia - Live By Yo Rep (b.o.n.e. Dis) lyrics

[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)