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Man it's cold as a motherfucker
I wish I had some more phonk or something, man
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?
Well, I shall take a thousand 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 bitch might miss you
But first, I want to slowly peel off all your skin
Degreaser boilin' hot, pour it on you and your dead friends
I probably oughta be not be so horribly slaughtering the body
I am so naughty because I am moderately into 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?
Just look into the eyes of the mask
Slangin' the AK to knock out my enemies
Fear of the razor, the 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 a stupid move, nigga, you bleed
Bustin 17, please don't scream, don't run
Either long range street sweep
Never never run from the buckshots, bust 'em at ya back
When I'm full of 'gnac, ain't no clue
In too deep, you sneak, we creep, Juiceman, what would you do?
First a nigga look in the white pages for this bitch
Mafia-style nigga 'cause you don't know who ya fuckin' wit'
Called him at his fuckin' home (hello?)
Nothing but breathin' on the phone (hello?)
Warning sign to let you know, I'm comin' so you better be gone