Chorus (4x): You don't know me
 My weapon's here to tell ya

 [Lord Infamous]
 Torture til they gone  never stay alone  killas  laser chrome
 Hunting in the zone  where the enemies roam
 Massacre the town  fire all yo rounds  make em all fall down
 Please don't make a sound  hear the Devil growl
 Please don't go to sleep  never go to sleep
 You may not awake cause I'm goin to take you deep down beneath
 The Scarecrow's in the woods, creeping through the woods
 Creeping through yo hood, please don't be so scared
 Go and take a look
 I got behind the steel, may I be forgived, I didn't mean to kill
 Now I wipe your bone and blood off my windshield
 I'm sitting in the park, fire on the lost, watching body parts
 Burning into sparks, bloodied on my saw
 Lord Infamous is me, psychpathically, driven in the mind
 Seek and you shall find my evil is blind
 Cause I give a fuck less, color of your flesh, I just want to mess
 Up your fuckin chest with my jet black tech

 Chorus 4x

 [Gangsta Boo]
 Playa what you know about the south side?
 Not a damn thing, but yo ass do not realize
 South is takin over, nigga, squashin all this bullshit
 North, east, west, it's all good, gotta represent
 Comin with the quickness, oh my goodness, it's this gangsta bitch
 Never solo only roll with niggaz down with Triple 6
 What you gettin jealous fo?
 Nigga you don't know me so
 Bustin so Mafia World, Mafia makin money ho

 [Juicy J]
 Yeah, this Triple 6 Mafia click it's real
 Fool it ain't nothin fake
 We tote them glocks and keep them cocked and never hesitate
 You wanna run up to this click and talk that ?flodge? and shit
 And have yo ass tied up and thrown away off in a ditch
 Or see me bitch, drop to yo feet while you flow 20 deep
 Deep in the Mississippi River wrapped up in a sheet
 And then ya know the Last Man Standin can't be you or me
 How could fuck with this and my fuckin N-i-n-e?
 BEEYATCH!

 Chorus 4x

 [D.J. Paul]
 The Last Man Standin'll never be part of the B.O.N.E
 Comin from that ? 4-0, searchin for my enem-eny
 Niggaz tryin to come quick, shut it up you fixin to die trick
 40 caliber, gonna rowdy ya to the brains, you fixin to die, bitch
 Huh, in the Mid-south we cannot see ya, may never wanna be ya
 When you come up out that Chevy with yo draws off
 Sawed-offs we be aimin, never with yo games-es
 Automatic my brains is, shootin yo fuckin brains in
 Three 6 mutha fuckin Mafia, fools we gon rocket ya
 Wanna after party ain't no stoppin us
 Comin from the M, ain't no love for her or him
 Here's a blast from that blast
 Man I doubt ya even last in the past
 You thought you had some characters, fuckin the wrong click
 6 niggaz gonna carry ya, I bury ya
 Bitches alive after the rest of demands
 The Three 6 Mafia, the last to stand
 After the war is over

 Chorus 4x

 [Gangsta Blac]
 Deuce, deuce down, drinkin crown with the Texas thugs
 Scrugs, ain't no love, catch me slummed of them fuckin drugs
 Boys Club bound, lost and found, biggest man around
 Never try to break me down, ?tre 8? though, gon fuckin clown
 You don't know this nigga
 What, malt liquor got you thinkin strange?
 Rico with that fo-fo through the d-z-oor, you don't know this man
 G-a-n-g-s-t-a, bitch, glorified shit, trick
 Ain't no need for this cause a man will kill you quick
 Nigga!

 [M-Child]
 It's almost nightfall, let me slip on my murderer mugs
 A smile to a frown make a nigga think that I'm on drugs
 Orange Mound where I be, Mackin Child is who I be
 A young to arrested got you stressin to my mystery
 Psycho kids split yo wig, all over the mighty dollar
 Fuckin with my Devil this ho let this beam up out yo collar
 Comin deep, Mafia deep, puttin you niggaz to fuckin sleep
 A bomb in yo pager, now watch it blow when the Child beep
 BITCH!

 Chorus