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Man it's cold'n a muthaf**ka I wish I had ole funkdafied...
This is Lakeisha Lymon with Bone here interviewing the
(Three 6 Mafia)
Memphis 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 blades and I be pressin em up in flesh
Takin my pitchfork up out of the fire soakin it down in their
Through the ribs, spines, and the muscle tissue
And sendin left of it back to yo mammy
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 the body
I am so naughty because I am into 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 Pimp what you do?

Pimp]
Just into the eyes of the mask
Slangin the AK to knock out my
Fear of the razor, da blast, he done
I'm leavin no trace of the
be in box chopped up in pieces
His soul done rose, I placed them tubes up my mattress
My is black and it's strange
Cause I murdered a (edit) bitch, and the just rushin my time
With this 9 in my hand causin death you sleep
In the casket I you no killas in mind
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 from the buckshots, bust em at ya
When I'm full of yak, no clue
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)
nigga (fool) cause you don't know who ya f**kin with (messin with)
Called him at his f**kin (called him 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 stoppin ya, with the two 9s I be ya
Witness a (killa) nigga from North Memphis of the 6 Mafia
Two killas at yo front door, Three killas at yo door
hoes (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 do, Gangsta Boo what would you do?

Boo]
Think hard of a master plan on how to buck bitches (bustas) dead
Gangsta Boo the Devil's (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 with nothin but fire
Then I shoot you bitch (quick)
you in yo head make sure you dead
Cause I don't 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 dirty hoes (and that's how the goes)
We full of that weed (them leaves) so we proceed to take your f**kin soul (all of 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 what you do?

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

Fly]
Clizick with the real 6 niggaz for yo death
no shame up in my game, as you take your last breath
Six niggaz trill, to kill, bustas, suckas jump
Pull a f**ked up clickin on you niggas, Fly gon ball, you
To you f**kin imitators, watch yo ass click
Bite a Playa's and slip, soon you will be stackin, bitch
Fly gon them body bags, Lord you touch the f**kin shovel
Dig it deep and bury bitch
Lay em down there with the
Busta numb, red rum, Mr. I-B-N,
Oh what the Fly would do, now Killaman what would you do?

[D.J.
First I hit up Crunchy, and I get of that Holy Smoke
The Devil's up in me killa 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 hand close) to this plastic 9
from the aim, and my glock knows more
Every of the eye
But before all (gone Bone quickin then stickin them lugers to watch you die), you'll have 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 through yo chest
So any trick that wanna of this, everything, it's cool
You heard what I would do, The Triple 6 whole crew
(So bustas hear me cause you some styles and dissed that's cool
but steppin up to them bloody black 9mm Three 6 ain't fools ain't don't mess with this crew)

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

Note: (This is where the radio ends.)

Infamous]
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
break, you can Wish, but You can't escape
Because we dead Flesh
Triple 6 bitch, you can be next

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