
Favorite Scary Movie Three 6 Mafia
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[Intro]
"Hello?"
"Hello."
"Yes?"
"Who is this?"
"Who are you trying to reach?"
"What number is this?"
"Well, what number are you trying to reach?"
[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Ain't nowhere to run, ain't nowhere to hide
Cause we makin' death threat phone call, plenty killas right outside
Waitin' for you to make a move, waitin' for you to make a move
When I get my hands on you ain't no tellin' what I'll do
Trail yo kids from home to school
Chopped up bodies in the tube
Burnin' in the back yard
Use the blood to fill my pool
Fill it up with nothin' left
Tape record the face of death
Evil forces in my mind tellin' me to kill myself
[Verse 2: Lord Infamous]
I shall fulfill your every desire
Tied up to my bed made of hot barbed wire
Demons dance to the chants of the ritual
Black magic wicked Voodoo
Turn the furnace high run inside
Tonight, tonight you're fired
They close to demise and I love the cries of
Eternal misery when they beg the sire
For the punishments, heart of unholiness
"Hello?"
"Hello."
"Yes?"
"Who is this?"
"Who are you trying to reach?"
"What number is this?"
"Well, what number are you trying to reach?"
[Verse 1: Juicy J]
Ain't nowhere to run, ain't nowhere to hide
Cause we makin' death threat phone call, plenty killas right outside
Waitin' for you to make a move, waitin' for you to make a move
When I get my hands on you ain't no tellin' what I'll do
Trail yo kids from home to school
Chopped up bodies in the tube
Burnin' in the back yard
Use the blood to fill my pool
Fill it up with nothin' left
Tape record the face of death
Evil forces in my mind tellin' me to kill myself
[Verse 2: Lord Infamous]
I shall fulfill your every desire
Tied up to my bed made of hot barbed wire
Demons dance to the chants of the ritual
Black magic wicked Voodoo
Turn the furnace high run inside
Tonight, tonight you're fired
They close to demise and I love the cries of
Eternal misery when they beg the sire
For the punishments, heart of unholiness
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