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

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

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

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

[Gangsta
Think hard of a master plan on how to buck them (bustas) dead
Gangsta Boo the Devil's Daughter (this pimpin playa) comin with the livin
Yes I'm so so crazy, so so scandalous(wild), (edit) I will you bitch
Torture your with nothin but fire
Then I calmly you bitch (quick)
Blast you in yo head sure you dead
Cause I don't want you to
My words of wisdom: The weaker the the bigger the thrill is
The Three 6 Mafia do not feel for none of you dirty hoes (and that's how the story goes)
We full of weed (them leaves) so we proceed to take your f**kin soul (all of your souls)
It's not a problem when I buck you bitch,(I be buckin 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
with the real Triple 6 niggaz for yo death
Ain't no shame up in my game, as you take your last
Six niggaz trill, to kill, bustas, suckas jump
Pull a f**ked up clickin on you niggas, Fly gon ball, you
To you f**kin imitators, yo ass f**kin click
Bite a Playa's style and slip, you will be stackin, bitch
Fly gon bring them body bags, Lord you touch the f**kin
Dig it deep and bury that
Lay em there with the Devil
Busta numb, red rum, Mr. I-B-N,
Oh that's what the Fly would do, now Killaman would you do?

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

Chorus (4x): Nigga, live by yo rep cause we takin shit
When I blast on yo ass, I'm gon this clip
(Round live by you rep you know you better slip
when we blast on that ass(?edit) we empty that clip)

Note: (This is where the edit ends.)

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

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