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

[Lord
Well Infamous takin the 1000 of razor blades and I be pressin em up in flesh
my pitchfork up out of the fire soakin it down in their chest
Through the ribs, spines, and the muscle tissue
And sendin what's left of it to yo mammy
Because bitch (I think) she just 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 friend
I probably outta be not be so horribly the body
I am so because I am moderately into photography
through the autopsy
But man, f**k it, (enough of them bustas so just) pour some acid all them, too
That's what I would do, Skinny Pimp what you do?

Pimp]
Just look the eyes of the mask
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 up in pieces
His soul done rose, I 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
With this 9 in my hand causin when you sleep
In the casket I you no killas in mind
Pullin a jack, reach me cheese, make a stupid move
Nigga ya
17, please don't scream,
don't run neither range street sweep
Never never run from the buckshots, 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 pages for this (trick)
nigga (fool) cause you don't know who ya f**kin with (messin with)
Called him at his f**kin (called him slippin at his) home, minimum on the phone
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 from North of the Triple 6 Mafia
Two at yo front door, Three killas at yo back door
hoes (edit) peeked through the curtains
And saw them pointed at the window
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 on how to buck them bitches (bustas) dead
Gangsta Boo the Devil's Daughter (this pimpin playa) comin with the livin
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 head make you dead
I don't want you to live
My of wisdom: 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 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 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 up in my game, as you take your last breath
Six niggaz trill, to kill, bustas, suckas jump
Pull a f**ked up on you niggas, Fly gon ball, you punk
To you f**kin imitators, watch yo ass click
Bite a Playa's style and slip, you will be stackin, bitch
Fly gon bring them body bags, Lord you 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 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) ain't go too far to loc
You f**ked (edit) up with the wrong click (This time you've your ? beware)
So your murder's all on my
Plus Satan is inside, put my hand (Move my hand real close) to this 9
from the aim, and my glock knows more
Every of the eye
But before it's all (gone quickin then stickin them lugers to watch you die), you'll have 2 ?
In weak thigh-(not in the radio 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 fist of fire, punch a hole straight through yo chest
So any trick that wanna bite of this, everything, it's
You heard what I would do, The Triple 6 f**kin crew
(So bustas hear me cause you stole styles and dissed that's cool
but up to them bloody black 9mm Three 6 ain't fools ain't 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 gonna that clip)

(This is where the radio edit ends.)

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

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