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Man cold'n a muthaf**ka I wish I had some ole funkdafied...
This is Lakeisha with 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 blades and I be pressin em up in their
my pitchfork up out of the fire soakin it down in their chest
Through the ribs, spines, charcoal and the muscle
And sendin what's left of it back to yo
Because bitch (I think) she just might miss you
But first, I want to pull off all your skin
Get grease and boil it hot pour it on you and your dead
I probably be not be so horribly slaughtering the body
I am so naughty because I am moderately into
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, Pimp 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 done
I'm leavin no trace of the
Bodies be in box chopped up in
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 death when you sleep
In the casket I leave you no killas in
Pullin a jack, reach me that cheese, make a stupid
Nigga ya
Bustin 17, don't scream,
don't run neither range street sweep
Never never run the buckshots, bust em at ya back
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)
him at his f**kin (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 (edit) peeked through the curtains
And saw them gats at the window
Nothin but destruction after we em
Man I thought you
That's what I would do, Boo what would you do?

Boo]
Think hard of a plan 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 hurt you bitch
Torture your body nothin but fire
Then I shoot you bitch (quick)
Blast you in yo make sure you dead
Cause I don't you to live
My words of wisdom: The weaker the victim the bigger the is
The Three 6 Mafia do not 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 your f**kin soul (all of your souls)
It's not a problem when I buck you bitch,(I be them suckas) I do it smooth
That's what the Devil's 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 shame up in my game, as you take your 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, yo ass f**kin click
Bite a Playa's style and slip, soon you be stackin, bitch
Fly gon bring them bags, Lord you touch the f**kin shovel
Dig it deep and bury that
Lay em down 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 killa so I (i feel a high notta go) gotta go too far to loc
You f**ked (edit) up the wrong click (This time you've crossed your ? beware)
So your all on my mind
Satan is inside, put my hand (Move my hand real close) to this plastic 9
Burnin from the aim, and my glock knows
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 thigh-(not in the radio 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 full of fire, punch a hole straight through yo
So any that wanna bite of this, everything, it's cool
You what I would do, The Triple 6 whole f**kin crew
(So hear 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 on yo ass, I'm gon empty this clip
(Round by you rep cause you know you better slip
when we blast on ass(?edit) we gonna empty that clip)

Note: (This is where the edit ends.)

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

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