[Talking]
That's cold as a motherf**er, I wish I had some ole funkdafied
This is Shaquisha Shalonda, Bone Magazine
Here interviewing the Triple 6 Mafia from Memphis
Who has a unique quality of rap style
What would you do if someone tried to duplicate your ideas?
[Verse 1: Lord Infamous]
Well, I shall take a 1000 razor blades and press them in their flesh
Take my pitchfork out the fire, soak it in their chest
Through the ribs, spines, charcoal the muscle tissue
And send what's left back to yo mammy
Cause that b**h might miss you
But first, I want to slowly peel off all your skin
Get grease and boil it hot, pour it on you and your dead friends
I probably outta be not be so horribly slaughtering the body
I am so naughty because I am moderately into photography
Following through the autopsy
But man, f** it, pour some acid on them, too
That's what I would do, Skinny Pimp what would you do?
[Verse 2: Skinny Pimp]
Just look into the eyes of the mask
Slangin my AK to knock out my enemies
Fear of the razor, da blast, he done pa**ed
Leavin no trace of the evidence
Bodies sit in box chopped up in pieces
His soul done rose, I placed them tubes up under my mattress
My conscience is black and it's strange
Cause I murdered a b**h, and the Devil just rushin my time
With this 9 in my hand causin d**h when you sleep
In the casket I make you no k**as in mind
Pullin a jack, reach me that cheese
Make a stupid move, n***a ya bleed
Bustin 17, please don't scream, don't run
Either long range street sweep
Never ever run from the buckshots, bust 'em at ya back
When I'm full of yak, ain't no clue
In 2 deep, you sneak, we creep, Juiceman, what would you do?
[Verse 3: Juicy J]
First a n***a look in the white pages for this b**h
Mafia-style n***a cause you don't know who ya f**in wit
Called him at his f**in home
Nothing but breathin on the phone
Warnin sign to let you know I'm comin so you better be gone
Wether ya run I be stoppin ya
With the two nines I be poppin ya
Witness a n***a from North Memphis of the Triple 6 Mafia
2 k**as at yo front door, 3 k**as at yo back door
These hoes peeked through the curtains
And saw them gats pointed at the window
Nothin but destruction after we touched 'em
Man I thought you knew
That's what I would do, Gangsta Boo what would you do?
[Verse 4: Gangsta Boo]
Think about a master plan on how to bust them b**hes dead
Gangsta Boo the Devil's Daughter comin with the livin dead
Yes I'm so so crazy, so so scandalous, I will hurt you b**h
Torture your body with nothin but fire
Then I calmly shoot you b**h
Blast you in yo head make sure you dead
Cause I don't want you to live
My words of wisdom:
The weaker the victim the bigger the thrill
The Triple 6 Mafia do not feel sorry for none of you dirty hoes
We full of that weed so we proceed to take your f**in soul
It's not a problem when I buck you b**h, I do it smooth
That's what the Devil's Daughter do, now Fly
What would you do?
[Verse 5: Playa Fly]
Clizick with the real Triple 6 n***as for yo d**h
Ain't no shame up in my game, as you take your last breath
Six n***as trill, ready to k**, bustas, s**ers jump
Pull a f**ed up clickin on you n***as, Fly gon ball, you punk
To you f**in imitators, watch yo a** f**in click
Bite a Playa's style and slip, soon you will be stackin, b**h
Fly gon bring them body bags
Lord you touch the f**in shovel
Dig it deep and bury that b**h
Lay 'em down there with the Devil
Busta numb, redruM, Mr. I-B-N, fool
Oh that's what the Fly would do
Now k**aman what would you do?
[Verse 6: DJ Paul, AKA da k**aman]
First I hit up Crunchy, and I get full of that Holy Ghost
The Devil's already in me so I ain't gotta go too far to look
You f**ed up with the wrong click
So your murder's all on my mind
Plus Satan's inside, put my hand to this plastic 9
Burrnin from the aim, my Glock knows more
Every blink of the eye
But before it's all over, you'll have two Lugers
In your weak thigh
Fall on to your kness, now it's time for you to 'fess
My fist full of fire, I punch a hole straight through yo chest
So any trick that wanna bite of this, everything, it's cool
You heard what I would do, and the Triple 6 whole f**in crew
[Chorus] 4x
n***a, live by yo rep cause we ain't takin sh**
When I blast on yo a**, I'm gon empty this clip
[Verse 7: Lord Infamous]
See we can't tolerate no n***a that is Layzie
Broke out the blender and I made some Krayzie gravy
It's Eazy, and when it was time to get Bizzy
Don't break, you can Wish, but You can't escape
Because we crave dead Flesh
Triple 6 b**h, easily you can be next
[Talking]
Yeah, b**h, the Triple 6 Mafia
Breakin motherf**in bones like it ain't sh**
For the nine-nickle, beeyaaaaaatch!