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[lord infamous] Well, lord infamous shall take 1000 razor blades and press them in they flesh. Take my pitchfork up outta the fire, soakin' it down in their chest. Through the ribs, spines, charcoal the muscle tissue And sendin' what's left in the nnail to yo baby Cause i think that bitch might miss you. But first, i want to slowly pull off all your skin Get grease and boil it hot pour on you and your dead friend. I probably oughta be not be so knockin' this hollow point slaughtering the body I am so naughty because i am moderately in to photography Following through the autopsy But man, fuck it, pour some acid on them, too That's what i would do, skinny pimp what would you do? [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 passed 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 bitch, and the devil just rushin my time With this 9 in my hand causin death when you sleep In the casket i make you no killas in mind Pullin a jack, reach me that cheese, make stupid moves SongtexteNigga 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 sleep, we creep, juiceman, what would you do? [juicy j] First a juicy looked in the white pages for this bitch Mafia-style phoo cause you don't know who ya fuckin it Called him at his fuckin home, nothin' 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 2 9s i be poppin ya Witness a nigga from north memphis of the triple 6 mafia 2 killas at yo front door, 3 killas 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? [gangsta boo] Think about a master plan on how to buck them bitches 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 bitch Torture your body with nothin but fire Then i calmly shoot you bitch 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 fuckin soul It's not a problem when i buck you bitch, i do it smooth That's what the devil's daughter do, now fly what would you do? [playa fly] Clizick with the real triple 6 niggaz for yo death Ain't no shame up in my game, as you take your last breath Six niggaz trill, ready to kill, bustas, suckas jump Pull a fucked up clickin on you niggas, fly gon ball, you punk To you fuckin imitators, watch yo ass fuckin click Bite a playa's style and slip, soon you will be stankin, bitch Fly gon bring them body bags, lord you touch the fuckin shovel Dig it deep and bury that bitch Lay em down there with the devil Busta numb, red rum, mr. i-b-n, fool Oh that's what the fly would do, now killaman what would you do? [d.j. paul] 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 loce You fucked 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 2 loogers 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 fuckin crew Chorus (4x): nigga, live by yo rep cause we ain't takin shit When i blast on yo ass, i'm gon empty this clip [lord infamous] See we can't tolerate no nigga 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 bitch, easily you can be next -yeah, bitch, the triple 6 mafia, breakin muthafuckin bones like it Ain't shit, for the 9 nickel, beeyaaaaaatch! -(talking) Aus Songtexte Mania