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Şarkı Sözleri Well, Lord Infamous shall take 1000 razor blades And press them in they flesh Take my pitchfork up outta the fire, soak it down in their chest Through the ribs, spines, charcoal the muscle tissue And send what's left in back to yo, mamy Because 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 friends I probably oughta be not be so horribly 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抯 What I would do, Skinny Pimp what would you do? 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 Nigga 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 to deep, you sleep, we creep, Juiceman, what would you do? First a nigga looked in the white pages for this bitch Mafia style '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 Werther ya run, I be stoppin' ya, with the 29s I be poppin' ya Witness a nigga from North Memphis of the Triple 6 Mafia Two killas at yo front door, three 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? 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? 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? 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 l have two Loogers in your weak thigh Fall on to your kness, now it's time for you to guess 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 Nigga, live by yo rep, 'cause we ain't takin' shit When I blast on yo ass, I'm gon' empty this clip Nigga, live by yo rep, 'cause we ain't takin' shit When I blast on yo ass, I'm gon' empty this clip Nigga, live by yo rep, 'cause we ain't takin' shit When I blast on yo ass, I'm gon' empty this clip Nigga, live by yo rep, 'cause we ain't takin' shit When I blast on yo ass, I'm gon' empty this clip 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 [unverified]