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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 quality of rap style
"What you do if someone tried to duplicate your ideas?"

Infamous]
Well Infamous takin the 1000 of 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 what's left of it back to yo
that bitch (I think) she just might miss you
But first, I want to slowly pull off all skin
Get grease and 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 through the
But man, f**k it, (enough of them bustas so just) pour acid all over them, too
That's what I would do, Skinny what would you do?

[Skinny
Just look into the of the mask
the AK to knock out my enemies
Fear of the razor, da blast, he done
I'm no trace of the evidence
be in box chopped up in pieces
His soul done rose, I placed tubes up under my mattress
My conscience is black and strange
Cause I murdered a (edit) bitch, and the Devil just rushin my
With this 9 in my hand death when you sleep
In the casket I leave you no killas in
Pullin a jack, reach me that cheese, make a stupid
ya bleed
Bustin 17, please scream,
don't run neither long street sweep
Never never run the buckshots, bust em at ya back
I'm full of yak, ain't no clue
In too deep, you sneak, we creep, Juiceman, what you do?

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

[Gangsta
Think hard of a master plan on how to buck bitches (bustas) dead
Gangsta Boo the Devil's Daughter (this playa) comin with the livin dead
Yes I'm so so crazy, so so scandalous(wild), (edit) I hurt you bitch
Torture your body with but fire
Then I calmly you bitch (quick)
Blast you in yo head sure you dead
Cause I want you to live
My words of wisdom: The 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 full of that weed (them leaves) so we proceed to take your 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 lady boo 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 up in my game, as you take your last breath
Six trill, ready to kill, bustas, suckas jump
Pull a f**ked up on you niggas, Fly gon ball, you punk
To you f**kin imitators, watch yo ass click
Bite a Playa's style and slip, soon you will be stackin,
Fly gon bring them body bags, you touch the f**kin shovel
Dig it deep and bury bitch
Lay em down with the Devil
Busta numb, red rum, Mr. I-B-N,
Oh that's what the Fly would do, now Killaman what you do?

[D.J.
First I hit up Crunchy, and I get 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 (edit) up with the wrong click (This time you've crossed your ? beware)
So your murder's all on my
Plus Satan is inside, put my hand (Move my real close) to this plastic 9
Burnin from the aim, and my knows more
blink of the eye
But before it's all (gone Bone quickin then stickin them lugers to watch you die), you'll 2 ?
In your weak thigh-(not in the edit)
(Dropped you to your knees) Fall on to your kness, now it's 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 trick that wanna bite of this, everything, cool
You what I would do, The Triple 6 whole f**kin crew
(So bustas hear me cause you some styles and dissed that's cool
but steppin up to them bloody 9mm Three 6 ain't fools ain't fools don't mess with this crew)

(4x): Nigga, live by yo rep cause we ain't 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 on that ass(?edit) we gonna empty that clip)

Note: (This is where the radio ends.)

[Lord
See we can't tolerate no nigga that is
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 escape
we crave dead Flesh
Triple 6 bitch, easily you can be

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