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Three 6 Mafia

Fuckin` Wit Dis Click

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-?Scream?-How can you have faith in a god That 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 world I can see it comin`So I pack my nine millimeters and I start Huntin`For these niggas that talk shitMan these hoes will never quit until ya Leave`em hangin` from a tree or thrownIn a ditchWhich one of youNiggas think you really got them guts To walk up to his house, knock on his doorLet`em 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 it`s businessWe takin` care our businessI`m clappin` on any of a witnessOr any who wanna get in itMan this shit is realNot them stories you put in your rapsNot even that bullshit you talk behind A nigga backLet me make it simple and plainRun up and you`ll get your brains-blownTo the side of the curb with that plasticThang-thang nina glock 19With the 20 clipYou don`t wanna fuck with thisYou don`t wanna fuck with thisChorus x4Therefore all you clicks, and you clansAnd you crews Fuckin`,fuckin` with this click And we gon` bring it to your ass(Koopsta Knicca) Man for what any crime I swear I`ll die Before I do some timeBitch the Koopsta massive when I murderWith the muthafuckin` plastic nineCorpses that we tortured in the chevyVoices won`t let me rest Could this be the end yetOr a message sent from Satan (nigga omens)They open the gates of horror For them horror lordsWe tortured the cases who arrested The faces of triple sixThat which is sorcerer(Kill that bitch, chop that bitch)Or you might get caught on a crucifixI`m sick of that burning inside of my Cradle I`m wishin` that He could just comeYet This nina gots no trigger so I`m clickin`Real quick like a serial killa mon`Straight from that cell for real`aI`ll buck you dead my nigga And it`s a shame when I dropped`em off The break maneIn return I got no thangsI went in dark room fool Koop be jackin`For their thangEverytime I see`s you slippin`I go into a my Mac-10 (Mac-10)Victims of my devil`s playgroundCome burn with me until the endChorus x4(Lord Infamous)Totin` 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 sack Been chewed up by ratsI`m 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 I`m not a ChristianBut I`m mentally ill and I don`tUnderstand all the reasonsWell I think it`s killin` seasonAnd neither does my schitzophrenic friendsSo therefore nigga due to my mental DefocaltyScarecrow is only entertained By helping enemies bleedLet all the bodies soak in all the bloodLet`s go smoke with that chick with no pityI bloody cut chop up they shell goes in20 gaugeFinally thinkin` like I was fright-nit-tingI`m havin`no thoughts Of the lives I`ve done lostWhen I`m blazin` that stupid gauge fireCause I`m havin` a halloween slaughterIt turned my gun focal Just thank Micheal MyersNo mutilation`s paralyzationsGot no patience when I`m chasin`Down a patientTryin` to thwart assassinationChorus x4(Dj Paul)I`m on a cross loose up off theseCut me free (cut me free)I`l draw your portrait if you put meDown on my feet (down on my feet)My cross turns upside down And finally I`m looseI flip the land and released up of someSinners Scarecrow and the JuiceI look to the sky and all I could say was"Well finally it`s on again"No lord could stop us now Cause the demons reborn againMy praiseThe first power found me So I could never cowerWithout a mind fool murder bust and bounceI`ll tell you half about this antichristLook into my eyes tell me what you seeThe demonic man about scarecrowismSaints can you feel me I 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 Adam And watch me rape EveIn this eve-much destructionMost will probably wonderWith Dj Paul, the Triple Six clickAnd Hell take`em under-Laughter-(Juicy J)Bitch, now never-Laughter--Sounds of rain and church bells fade-

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