Three 6 Mafia
  From Memphis  who has a unique quality of rap style  what would you do if
 someone tried to duplicate your ideas?

 [Lord Infamous]
 Lord Infamous takin 1000 of razor blades
 And I be pressin them into the flesh
 Takin my pitchfork up out of the fire
 And soakin it down in their chest
 Through the ribs  spines, charcoalin the muscle tissue
 And sendin what's left in the mail to mammy
 Cause I think she just might miss you
 But first, I want to slowly pull 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 in to photography
 Following through the autopsy
 No love for them bustas so just pour some acid all over 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 the AK to knock out my enemies
 Fear of the razor, da blast, he done passed
 I'm 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 victim, the Devil just rushin my time
 With this 9 in my hand causin death when you sleep
 In the casket I leave you no killas in mind
 Pullin a jack, reach me that cheese, make a stupid move
 Then 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?

 [Juicy J]
 First the Juice look in the white pages for this trick
 Mafia-style fool cause you don't know who ya messin with
 Caught him slippin in his home, minimum 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 killa from North Memphis of the Three 6 Mafia
 2 killas at yo front door, 3 killas at yo back door
 His broad 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 bustas dead
 Gangsta Boo this pimin playa comin with the livin dead
 Yes I'm so so crazy
 So so wild I be like puttin blood on you trick
 Torture your body with nothin but fire
 Then I calmly shoot you quick
 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 is
 The Three 6 Mafia do not feel sorry and that's how the story goes
 We full of them leaves so we proceed to take all of your soul
 It's not a problem when I be buckin them suckas
 I do it smooth
 That's what this Lady Boo would do, now Paul what would you do?

 [D.J. Paul]
 First I hit up Crunchy, and I get full of that holy smoke
 The Devil's already up in a killa
 So I feel I have not to go too far to loc
 This time you crossed the wrong click
 Beware your murder's all on my mind
 Plus Satan's inside
 Movin my hand a little closer to this plastic 9
 Burnin from the angle, my glock knows more
 Every blink of the eye
 But before it's all gone, Bone, quickly I'm stickin them ?Loogers?
 To watch you die
 Dropped ya to your knees, now it's time for you to bless
 Man, I be DJ Paul, Da Killaman, with a fist full of fire
 Punch a hole straight through yo chest
 So bustas hear me close, you stole some styles and dis that's cool
 But steppin up to the bloody glock 9 millimeter
 Three 6 dang fools, ain't fools the best, what would you do?

 Chorus (4x): Bone,live by yo rep cause we know you bound to slip
 When we blast with that mask we gon empty this clip

 [Lord Infamous]
 See we can't tolerate no sissy 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
 Three 6 tricks, easily you can be next

 -Yeah, the Three 6 Mafia, straight outta Memphis, breakin these bones like it
 ain't sh*t, for the 9 nickel, triyaaaaaack