[Intro: DJ Paul and News Broadcast]
Man, it's cold as a mothafucka
I wish I had some more funk or something, mane
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?
[Verse 1: Lord Infamous]
Well, I shall take a 1000 razor blades and press them in their flesh (Damn)
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?
[Verse 2: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
Just look into the eyes of the mask
Slangin' the AK to knock out my enemy, fear of the wraith to the blast, he done passed
Leavin' no trace of the evidence, bodies rest in a box, chopped up in pieces
His soul done rose, I place 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, ya bleed
Bustin' 17, please don't scream, don't run either, long range, we sweep
Never-never run from the buckshots, bust 'em at ya back when I'm full of Yac, ain't no clue
In too deep, you sneak, we creep, Juicemane, what would you do?
Man, it's cold as a mothafucka
I wish I had some more funk or something, mane
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?
[Verse 1: Lord Infamous]
Well, I shall take a 1000 razor blades and press them in their flesh (Damn)
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?
[Verse 2: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
Just look into the eyes of the mask
Slangin' the AK to knock out my enemy, fear of the wraith to the blast, he done passed
Leavin' no trace of the evidence, bodies rest in a box, chopped up in pieces
His soul done rose, I place 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, ya bleed
Bustin' 17, please don't scream, don't run either, long range, we sweep
Never-never run from the buckshots, bust 'em at ya back when I'm full of Yac, ain't no clue
In too deep, you sneak, we creep, Juicemane, what would you do?
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