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

[Lord
Well Infamous takin the 1000 of razor blades and I be em up in their flesh
Takin my pitchfork up out of the soakin it down in their chest
Through the ribs, spines, charcoal and the tissue
And sendin what's left of it to yo mammy
Because that bitch (I think) she might miss you
But first, I want to slowly pull off all skin
Get grease and boil it hot pour it on you and your dead
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) some acid all over them, too
That's what I do, Skinny Pimp what would you do?

Pimp]
Just look the eyes 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
Bodies be in box chopped up in
His done rose, I placed them tubes up under my mattress
My conscience is black and it's
Cause I murdered a (edit) bitch, and the Devil rushin my time
With this 9 in my hand causin death when you
In the casket I leave you no in mind
Pullin a jack, reach me that cheese, a stupid move
Nigga ya
Bustin 17, please scream,
run neither long range street sweep
Never never run from the buckshots, bust em at ya
I'm full of yak, ain't no clue
In too deep, you sneak, we creep, Juiceman, would you do?

J]
First a nigga (the Juice) look in the white pages for this (trick)
Mafia-style nigga (fool) cause you know who ya f**kin with (messin with)
Called him at his f**kin (called him slippin at his) home, minimum breathin on the
Warnin sign to let you know I'm so you better be gone
ya run I be stoppin ya, with the two 9s I be poppin ya
Witness a (killa) nigga from Memphis of the Triple 6 Mafia
Two killas at yo front door, Three killas at yo back
These hoes (edit) peeked through the
And saw them gats pointed at the
but destruction after we touched em
Man I you knew
That's what I 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 pimpin playa) comin the livin dead
Yes I'm so so crazy, so so scandalous(wild), (edit) I hurt you bitch
Torture body with nothin but fire
Then I calmly you bitch (quick)
Blast you in yo head make you dead
I don't want you to live
My words of wisdom: The weaker the the bigger the thrill is
The Three 6 Mafia do not feel sorry for none of you dirty hoes (and 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 them suckas) I do it
what the Devil's Daughter do, (this lady boo would do) now (Paul) Fly what would you do?

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

[Playa
Clizick with the Triple 6 niggaz for yo death
Ain't no shame up in my game, as you take last breath
Six niggaz trill, ready to kill, bustas, jump
Pull a f**ked up clickin on you niggas, Fly gon ball, you
To you imitators, watch yo ass f**kin click
Bite a style and slip, soon you will be stackin, bitch
Fly gon bring them body bags, Lord you touch the shovel
Dig it and bury that bitch
Lay em down there the Devil
Busta numb, red rum, Mr. I-B-N,
Oh that's the Fly would do, now Killaman what would you do?

[D.J.
I hit up Crunchy, and I get full of that Holy Smoke
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
Plus Satan is inside, put my hand (Move my hand close) to this plastic 9
Burnin the aim, and my glock knows more
blink of the eye
But before it's all (gone Bone then stickin them lugers to watch 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 fist full of fire)My full of fire, punch a hole straight through yo chest
So any trick that wanna bite of this, everything, it's
You heard what I do, The Triple 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 ain't fools don't mess with crew)

Chorus (4x): Nigga, live by yo rep we ain't takin shit
When I blast on yo ass, I'm gon empty this
(Round live by you rep cause you you better slip
we blast on that 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 and I made some Krayzie gravy
It's Eazy, and 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, breakin muthaf**kin bones it
shit, for the 9 nickel, beeyaaaaaatch!
-(Talking)