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Man it's cold'n a I wish I had some 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?"

Infamous]
Well Infamous takin the 1000 of razor and I be pressin em up in their flesh
Takin my pitchfork up out of the fire it down in their chest
Through the ribs, spines, charcoal and the tissue
And sendin what's of it back to yo mammy
that bitch (I think) she just might miss you
But first, I to slowly pull off all your skin
Get grease and boil it hot pour it on you and your friend
I probably outta be not be so slaughtering the body
I am so naughty because I am moderately photography
through 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 out my enemies
of the razor, da blast, he done passed
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 is black and it's strange
Cause I murdered a (edit) bitch, and the Devil just my time
this 9 in my hand causin 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 range street
Never never run from the buckshots, em at ya back
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 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) nigga North Memphis of the Triple 6 Mafia
Two killas at yo door, Three killas at yo back door
These (edit) peeked through the curtains
And saw them gats pointed at the
Nothin but destruction after we em
Man I thought you
That's what I would do, Gangsta Boo what you do?

[Gangsta
Think hard of a master plan on how to them bitches (bustas) dead
Gangsta Boo the Devil's Daughter (this pimpin playa) with the livin dead
Yes I'm so so crazy, so so scandalous(wild), (edit) I will you bitch
Torture body with nothin but fire
Then I calmly shoot you (quick)
Blast you in yo make sure you dead
Cause I don't want you to
My words of wisdom: The weaker the victim the bigger the 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 f**kin soul (all of your souls)
It's not a problem I buck you bitch,(I be buckin them suckas) I do it smooth
That's the Devil's Daughter do, (this lady boo would do) now (Paul) Fly what would you do?

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

[Playa
Clizick with the Triple 6 niggaz for yo death
Ain't no shame up in my game, as you take your last
Six niggaz trill, ready to kill, bustas, jump
a f**ked up clickin on you niggas, Fly gon ball, you punk
To you f**kin imitators, yo ass f**kin click
a Playa's style and slip, soon you will be stackin, bitch
Fly gon bring them bags, Lord 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 full of that Holy
The Devil's up in me killa 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 (Move my hand real close) to this plastic 9
Burnin from the aim, and my knows more
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 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 through yo chest
So any trick wanna bite of this, everything, it's cool
You heard what I would do, The Triple 6 whole f**kin
(So bustas hear me cause you stole styles and dissed that's cool
but steppin up to them bloody black 9mm Three 6 ain't ain't fools don't mess with this crew)

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

Note: (This is where the radio ends.)

[Lord
See we tolerate 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 6 Mafia, breakin muthaf**kin bones like it
shit, for the 9 nickel, beeyaaaaaatch!
-(Talking)