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Three 6 Mafia

Fuckin Wit Dis Click

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-? scream? -How can you have faith in a godThat can not even control creationHow can he lead you to salvationThere is no hope in chaos-onlyWelcome to the other side of realityAnd this is your eternity (eternity)(juicy-j)The end of the worldI can see it cominSo I pack my nine millimeters and I startHuntinFor these niggas that talk shitMan these hoes will never quit until yaLeaveem hangin from a tree or thrownIn a ditchWhich one of youNiggas think you really got them gutsTo walk up to his house, knock on his doorLetem feel the buck shots of a 12 gaugeBacked up by an a-kFore you go to bed at night you bitchesBetter kneel and prayCause when its businessWe takin care our businessIm cappin on any punk witnessOr any foo wanna get in itMan this shit is realNot them stories you put in your rapsNot even that bullshit you talk behindA nigga backLet me make it simple and plainRun up and youll get your brains-blownTo the side of the curb with that plasticThang-thang meaning glock 19With the 20 clipYou dont wanna fuck with thisYou dont wanna fuck with thisChorus x4Therefore all you clicks, and you clansAnd you crewsFuckin,fuckin with this clickAnd we gon bring it to your ass(koopsta knicca)Man for a pety crime I swear Ill dieBefore I do some timeBitch the koopsta massive when I murderWith the muthafuckin plastic nineCorpses that we tortured in the chevyVoices wont let me restCould this be the end yetOr a message sent from satan (nigga omens)They open the gates of horrorFor them horror lordsWe tortured the cases who arrestedThe faces of triple sixDevil shit sorcerer(kill that bitch, chop that bitch)Or you might get caught on a crucifixIm sick of that burning inside of myCradle Im wishin that he could just comeYetThis nina gots no trigger so Im clickinReal quick like a serial killa monStraight from that south for realaIll buck you dead my niggaAnd its a shame when I droppedem offThe break maneIn return I got no thangsI went in dark room fool koop be jackinFor their thangEverytime I sees you slippinI go and load up my mac-10 (mac-10)Victims of my devils playgroundCome burn with me until the endChorus x4(lord infamous)Tossin the dead body over my shoulderAnd sure to break out with my shovelOr let evil look forwardAnd I start to dig up and toss in the bodyAnd give up more money as bank of the soreThree seperate bodies hacked up with a axeAnd I think a big sackBeen chewed up by ratsIm just writing these poemsThey bring to renown cause a triple sixNight to rescoreSplit rists with nee-dles in my fistsAnd amidst, thy clicks, of tricksNo Im not a christianBut Im mentally ill and I dontUnderstand all the reasonsWell I think its killin seasonAnd neither does my schitzophrenic friendsSo therefore nigga due to my mentalDefocaltyScarecrow is only entertainedBy helping enemies bleedLet all the bodies soak in all the bloodLets go smoke with that chick with no pityI bloody cut chop up they shell goes in20 gaugeFinally thinkin like I was fright-nit-tingIm havinno thoughtsOf the lives Ive done lostWhen Im blazin the streets with gauge fireCause Im havin a halloween slaughterIt turned my gun focalJust thank micheal myersNo mutilations paralyzationsGot no patience when Im chasinDown a patientTryin to thwart assassinationChorus x4(dj paul)Im on a cross lucifer please cut me free (cut me free)Ill draw your portrait if you pull these nails out my feet (nails out my feet)My cross turns upside downAnd finally Im looseI flip the land and released the others who sinned, tha scarecrow and the juiceI look to the sky and all I could say was"finally its on again"No lord could stop us nowCause the demons reborn againMy praiseThe first power found meSo I could never coward outA mind for murder but the barrel couldnt tell you half about this antichristLook into my eyes tell me what you seeThe demonic man about scarecrowismSaints can you feel meI try for years and yearsSinkin this one day of depressionStormy weather and church bellsRingin to the election of a new-followerFollow me into the treesWatch me rob adamAnd watch me rape eveIn this eve of destructionMost will probably wonderWill dj paul, the triple six clickAnd hell takethem under-laughter-(juicy j)Bitch, now never-laughter--sounds of rain and church bells fade-

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