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

Infamous]
Well Infamous the 1000 of razor blades and I be pressin em up in their flesh
Takin my pitchfork up out of the fire soakin it down in chest
Through the ribs, spines, charcoal and the tissue
And sendin left of it back to yo mammy
Because that bitch (I think) she just might you
But first, I to slowly pull off all your skin
Get grease and boil it hot pour it on you and your dead
I probably outta be not be so slaughtering the body
I am so naughty I am moderately into photography
through 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, Pimp what would you do?

Pimp]
Just look into the 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 chopped up in
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 9 in my hand causin death when you sleep
In the casket I leave you no killas in
Pullin a jack, reach me cheese, make a stupid move
Nigga ya
Bustin 17, please scream,
don't run neither range street sweep
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 pages for this bitch (trick)
Mafia-style nigga (fool) you don't know 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) from North Memphis of the Triple 6 Mafia
Two killas at yo front door, killas at yo back door
hoes (edit) peeked through the curtains
And saw them pointed at the window
Nothin but destruction after we em
Man I thought you
That's I would do, Gangsta Boo what would you do?

[Gangsta
Think hard of a master on how to buck them bitches (bustas) dead
Boo the Devil's Daughter (this pimpin playa) comin with the livin dead
Yes I'm so so crazy, so so scandalous(wild), (edit) I will hurt you
Torture your body with but fire
Then I calmly you bitch (quick)
you in yo head make sure you dead
Cause I don't you to live
My of wisdom: The weaker the victim the bigger the thrill is
The Three 6 Mafia do not feel sorry for none of you hoes (and that's how the story goes)
We full of that weed (them leaves) so we proceed to 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 what the Devil's Daughter do, (this boo would do) now (Paul) Fly what would you do?

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

[Playa
Clizick the real Triple 6 niggaz for yo death
no shame up in my game, as you take your last breath
Six trill, ready to kill, bustas, suckas jump
Pull a f**ked up clickin on you niggas, Fly gon ball, you
To you f**kin imitators, watch yo ass click
Bite a Playa's and slip, soon you will be stackin, bitch
Fly gon bring them body bags, Lord you touch the shovel
Dig it deep and bury that
Lay em down there 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.
First I hit up Crunchy, and I get full of that Smoke
The Devil's already up in me killa so I (i feel a notta go) ain't 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 Satan is inside, put my hand (Move my hand real close) to this 9
Burnin from the aim, and my glock knows
Every of the eye
But it's all (gone Bone quickin then stickin them lugers to watch you die), you'll have 2 ?
In weak thigh-(not in the radio edit)
(Dropped you to your knees) Fall on to your kness, now it's for you to (bless what be?)'fess
(DJ Paul to kill a man with a full of fire)My fist full of fire, punch a hole straight through yo chest
So any trick wanna bite of this, everything, it's cool
You heard what I would do, The Triple 6 f**kin crew
(So bustas hear me cause you some styles and dissed that's cool
but steppin up to them bloody black 9mm Three 6 ain't fools fools don't mess with this crew)

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

(This is where the radio edit ends.)

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

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