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Man cold'n a muthaf**ka I wish I had some ole funkdafied...
is Lakeisha Lymon with Bone Magazine here interviewing the
(Three 6 Mafia)
from Memphis who has a unique of rap style
"What would you do if tried to duplicate your ideas?"

[Lord
Well Infamous takin the 1000 of razor and I be pressin em up in their flesh
Takin my pitchfork up out of the fire soakin it down in their
the ribs, spines, charcoal and the muscle tissue
And sendin left of it back to yo mammy
Because bitch (I think) she just might miss you
But first, I want to slowly pull off all skin
Get and boil it hot pour it on you and your dead friend
I outta be not be so horribly slaughtering the body
I am so naughty because I am moderately photography
Following the autopsy
But man, f**k it, (enough of them so just) pour some acid all over them, too
That's what I would do, Skinny what would you do?

Pimp]
Just look into the of the mask
the AK to knock out my enemies
Fear of the razor, da blast, he passed
I'm no trace of the evidence
Bodies be in box up in pieces
His soul rose, I placed them tubes up under my mattress
My is black and it's strange
I murdered a (edit) bitch, and the Devil just rushin my time
With this 9 in my hand causin when you sleep
In the I leave you no killas in mind
Pullin a jack, reach me that cheese, a stupid move
Nigga ya
Bustin 17, please scream,
don't run neither range street sweep
Never never run from the buckshots, bust em at ya
When I'm full of yak, ain't no
In too deep, you sneak, we creep, Juiceman, would you do?

J]
First a nigga (the Juice) look in the white for this bitch (trick)
Mafia-style nigga (fool) cause you don't who ya f**kin with (messin with)
Called him at his f**kin (called him slippin at his) home, minimum breathin on the
sign to let you know I'm comin so you better be gone
Wether ya run I be stoppin ya, with the two 9s I be ya
Witness a (killa) nigga from North Memphis of the Triple 6
Two at yo front door, Three killas at yo back door
These (edit) peeked through the curtains
And saw them gats at the window
Nothin but after we touched em
Man I you knew
That's what I would do, Gangsta Boo what you do?

Boo]
Think hard of a master plan on how to them bitches (bustas) dead
Gangsta Boo the Devil's Daughter (this pimpin playa) comin with the dead
Yes I'm so so crazy, so so scandalous(wild), (edit) I hurt you bitch
Torture body with nothin but fire
I calmly shoot you bitch (quick)
Blast you in yo make sure you dead
I don't want you to live
My of wisdom: The weaker the victim the bigger the thrill is
The 6 Mafia do not feel sorry for none of you dirty hoes (and that's how the story goes)
We of that weed (them leaves) so we proceed to take your f**kin soul (all of your souls)
It's not a when I buck you bitch,(I be buckin them suckas) I do it smooth
That's the Devil's Daughter do, (this lady boo would do) now (Paul) Fly what would you do?

(Fly's flo is not in the radio edit.)

[Playa
Clizick the real Triple 6 niggaz for yo death
Ain't no up in my game, as you take your last breath
Six trill, ready to kill, bustas, suckas jump
Pull a up clickin on you niggas, Fly gon ball, you punk
To you f**kin imitators, yo ass f**kin click
Bite a Playa's style and slip, soon you will be stackin,
Fly gon bring them body bags, Lord you touch the shovel
Dig it deep and bury bitch
Lay em down there the Devil
Busta numb, red rum, Mr. I-B-N,
Oh that's the Fly would do, now Killaman what would you do?

[D.J.
I hit up Crunchy, and I get full of that Holy Smoke
The Devil's already up in me killa so I (i feel a high notta go) gotta go too far to loc
You (edit) up with the wrong click (This time you've crossed your ? beware)
So your all on my mind
Plus is inside, put my hand (Move my hand real close) to this plastic 9
Burnin from the aim, and my glock more
Every of the eye
But before all (gone Bone quickin then stickin them lugers to watch you die), you'll have 2 ?
In your weak thigh-(not in the edit)
(Dropped you to your knees) on to your kness, now it's time for you to (bless what be?)'fess
(DJ Paul to kill a man with a fist full of fire)My fist of fire, punch a hole straight through yo chest
So any trick that wanna bite of this, everything, it's
You heard what I would do, The Triple 6 whole f**kin
(So bustas hear me cause you stole some styles and dissed cool
but steppin up to them bloody 9mm Three 6 ain't fools ain't fools don't mess with this crew)

Chorus (4x): Nigga, by yo rep cause we ain't takin shit
When I on yo ass, I'm gon empty this clip
(Round live by you rep cause you know you better
when we blast on ass(?edit) we gonna empty that clip)

Note: (This is the radio edit ends.)

[Lord
See we can't tolerate no that is Layzie
out the blender and I made some Krayzie gravy
It's Eazy, and it was time to get Bizzy
Don't break, you can Wish, but You can't
Because we crave Flesh
Triple 6 bitch, you can be next

-Yeah, bitch, the 6 Mafia, breakin muthaf**kin bones like it
shit, for the 9 nickel, beeyaaaaaatch!
-(Talking)