[Intro: News Reporter, DJ Paul]
This is Shaquisha Shalonda
Bone Magazine, here interviewing the Three 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]
Lord Infamous takin' a thousand of razor blades
And I be pressin' them up in their 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 your mammy
Because I think she just might miss you
But first, I want to slowly peel off all your skin
Degreaser boiling 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 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?
[Verse 2: Kingpin 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
Body rest in the 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 never 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, Juice Mane, what would you do?
This is Shaquisha Shalonda
Bone Magazine, here interviewing the Three 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]
Lord Infamous takin' a thousand of razor blades
And I be pressin' them up in their 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 your mammy
Because I think she just might miss you
But first, I want to slowly peel off all your skin
Degreaser boiling 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 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?
[Verse 2: Kingpin 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
Body rest in the 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 never 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, Juice Mane, what would you do?
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