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Man it's cold'n a muthaf**ka I wish I had ole funkdafied...
This is Lakeisha Lymon Bone Magazine here interviewing the
(Three 6 Mafia)
from who has a unique quality 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 chest
Through the ribs, spines, charcoal and the tissue
And sendin what's left of it back to yo
Because that bitch (I think) she just might you
But first, I want to slowly pull off all skin
Get grease and boil it hot pour it on you and dead friend
I probably outta be not be so horribly slaughtering the
I am so naughty I am moderately into photography
Following the autopsy
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 eyes of the
Slangin the AK to knock out my
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 them tubes up under my mattress
My conscience is black and it's
Cause I murdered a (edit) bitch, and the Devil just rushin my
With this 9 in my hand causin when you sleep
In the casket I leave you no in mind
Pullin a jack, me that cheese, make a stupid move
ya bleed
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 pages for bitch (trick)
Mafia-style nigga (fool) cause you don't know who ya with (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 comin so you be gone
Wether ya run I be stoppin ya, with the two 9s I be ya
Witness a (killa) nigga North Memphis of the Triple 6 Mafia
Two killas at yo door, Three killas at yo back door
These hoes (edit) peeked the curtains
And saw them pointed at the window
Nothin but after we touched em
Man I thought you
That's what I would do, Boo what would you do?

Boo]
Think hard of a master plan on how to buck them bitches (bustas)
Gangsta Boo the Daughter (this pimpin playa) comin with the livin dead
Yes I'm so so crazy, so so scandalous(wild), (edit) I hurt you bitch
your body with nothin but fire
Then I calmly shoot you (quick)
Blast you in yo make sure you dead
Cause I want you to live
My words of 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 take your soul (all of your souls)
not a problem when I buck you bitch,(I be buckin them suckas) I do it smooth
That's what the Devil's Daughter do, (this lady boo would do) now (Paul) Fly 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 niggaz trill, ready to kill, bustas, suckas
a f**ked up clickin on you niggas, Fly gon ball, you punk
To you f**kin imitators, yo ass f**kin click
Bite a style and slip, soon you will be stackin, bitch
Fly gon them body bags, Lord you touch the f**kin shovel
Dig it deep and that bitch
Lay em there with the Devil
numb, red rum, Mr. I-B-N, fool
Oh what the Fly would do, now Killaman what would you do?

[D.J.
First I hit up Crunchy, and I get full of that Holy
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 with the click (This time you've crossed your ? beware)
So murder's all on my mind
Plus Satan is inside, put my hand (Move my real close) to this plastic 9
from the aim, and my glock knows more
Every of the eye
But before it's all (gone Bone quickin then stickin them lugers to you die), you'll have 2 ?
In your weak thigh-(not in the edit)
(Dropped you to knees) Fall on to your kness, now it's time 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 that bite of this, everything, it's cool
You heard what I would do, The 6 whole f**kin crew
(So bustas hear me cause you stole some styles and 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, 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 slip
when we blast on that ass(?edit) we empty that clip)

(This is where the radio 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 when it was time to get
break, you can Wish, but You can't escape
Because we crave dead
Triple 6 bitch, easily you can be

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