[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’s left in the nnail to yo baby

Cause i think that bitch 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, fuck it, pour some acid on them, too

That’s what i would do, skinny pimp what would you do?



[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 passed

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’s strange

Cause i murdered a bitch, and the devil just rushin my time

With this 9 in my hand causin death when you sleep

In the casket i make you no killas in mind

Pullin a jack, reach me that cheese, make stupid moves

Nigga ya bleed

Bustin 17, please don’t scream, don’t run

Either long range street sweep

Never ever run from the buckshots, bust em at ya back

When i’m full of yak, ain’t no clue

In 2 deep, you sleep, we creep, juiceman, what would you do?



[juicy j]

First a juicy looked in the white pages for this bitch

Mafia-style phoo cause you don’t know who ya fuckin it

Called him at his fuckin home, nothin' but breathin on the phone

Warnin sign to let you know i’m comin so you better be gone

Wether ya run i be stoppin ya, with the 2 9s i be poppin ya

Witness a nigga from north memphis of the triple 6 mafia

2 killas at yo front door, 3 killas 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’s what i would do, gangsta boo what would you do?



[gangsta boo]

Think about a master plan on how to buck them bitches dead

Gangsta boo the devil’s daughter comin with the livin dead

Yes i’m so so crazy, so so scandalous, i will hurt you bitch

Torture your body with nothin but fire

Then i calmly shoot you bitch

Blast you in yo head make sure you dead

Cause i don’t want you to live

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 fuckin soul

It’s not a problem when i buck you bitch, i do it smooth

That’s what the devil’s daughter do, now fly what would you do?



[playa fly]

Clizick with the real triple 6 niggaz for yo death

Ain’t no shame up in my game, as you take your last breath

Six niggaz trill, ready to kill, bustas, suckas jump

Pull a fucked up clickin on you niggas, fly gon ball, you punk

To you fuckin imitators, watch yo ass fuckin click

Bite a playa’s style and slip, soon you will be stankin, bitch

Fly gon bring them body bags, lord you touch the fuckin shovel

Dig it deep and bury that bitch

Lay em down there with the devil

Busta numb, red rum, mr. i-b-n, fool

Oh that’s what the fly would do, now killaman what would you do?



[d.j. paul]

First i hit up crunchy, and i get full of that holy ghost

The devil’s already in me so i ain’t gotta go too far to loce

You fucked up with the wrong click

So your murder’s all on my mind

Plus satan’s inside, put my hand to this plastic 9

Burrnin from the aim, my glock knows more

Every blink of the eye

But before it’s all over, you’ll have 2 loogers

In your weak thigh

Fall on to your kness, now it’s time for you to ‘fess

My fist full of fire, i punch a hole straight through yo chest

So any trick that wanna bite of this, everything, it’s cool

You heard what i would do, and the triple 6 whole fuckin crew



Chorus (4x): nigga, live by yo rep cause we ain’t takin shit

When i blast on yo ass, i’m gon empty this clip



[lord infamous]

See we can’t tolerate no nigga that is layzie

Broke out the blender and i made some krayzie gravy

It’s eazy, and when it was time to get bizzy

Don’t break, you can wish, but you can’t escape

Because we crave dead flesh

Triple 6 bitch, easily you can be next



-yeah, bitch, the triple 6 mafia, breakin muthafuckin bones like it

Ain’t shit, for the 9 nickel, beeyaaaaaatch!

-(talking)




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