Body Parts - Three 6 Mafia

Ho, I gotta my Prophet Posse right behind me

Throw a chump and run a man through da crowd

He gonna give me sumthin

Brap Rap my niggas

And step em when K- Rocin

Dont fuck with dis, see

See if u wit me

If u wit me

Mon

We buck em down

We buck em down

Only one

Comin out of that back door

Slangin my yae-o

Rollin on them po-poes

Dropin that viper

Smokin that indo

Makin that bank roll

Stupid ass bithes

Dont you know

Killa Klan Kaze playas makin them profits

Ho

Chillin down on the lower level

Waitin for my time to come

With this fool

A million styles

Maybe I just might make bond

Release me on my own

Back on the streets

With no employment

No doubt

Without no cheese up in my pocket

Tell me how can I have enjoyment

Throughout my life

Say mo shit

Knowin MC Mac dont love no bitch

Because if I loved them

I can’t trust em

Breakin this rocks gonna make me rich

The Kaze

My Klan

My click

Must buck

Cuz theres no testin us

Pop em and drop em

Lock em and top em

All up in my trunk

Dynamite I’m tossin

Hatas crossin

Its da end bitch

U runnin into bullet proof

Ho, we still da Triple 6

Prophet to da P

Earsin niggas that wanna skrive

With flows of horror

I’m droppin like Steven Speilberg

Deep into da mound

Ain’t nuttin but killas up in da dark

I’m creepin with the hatchet

With slicin bodyparts in da park

Moon full of blood

Could it be another Jeffrey Dahmer

I’m sneakin

And creepin

And blowin up shit like da Una Bomber

BITCH

Rollin wit da devil on da level

Dig yo ditch

Bitch

Hitch

Wit da hi-ka

On da mi-ka

I’ll make youre ass wish

Hicorky

Dickory

Dock

Ass I pull out my Glock

And I’m ready to pop

On de bitch

Sissy muthafucka

Brinin da ruckus

I’m brining my niggas because we dont stop dis shit

Yea do Triple 6

Brang it real

Real

Mutafuka down to pack a steel

Still I fuk a fly

I pac a real

Real on da mic

Like Evander Holyfeild

Theres no Christ in my life

Theres no game that I would play

Some people say that if u play a game

Then man you get em played

Back on you

I thought u knew

You shouldn’t have neva dissed this click

The 3 6 Mafia

We popin

Slugs

That got u bitches sick

I’ve neva be brothin

Koopsta stands out from the niggas

Who thinkin they hard

I flow up to star

Bust in like you da boss

Kaze got my back

Now watch how quickly I react wit that

Boom boom boom

Nigga

Rat-tat-tat-tat

Juicy, Paul, and Scarecrow

Are rollin in that bucket low

And they causin some static

So they reached and grabbed them 44s

Fuckin wit my nigga Black

Hes stackin

Plus his pimpin

Got real on da peal

Hoes gonna feel me

Shut the fuck up bitch

Its Infamous

Youre ass betta not scream

Dont make me hafta wipe

Urer muthafuckin brains off my sheets

I’m gonna burn u

Watch u burning

Like my bad dreams

Give you to da beast in the pit of hades

Thunder rolls

Stormy black clouds

I stole the 7th seal

Then the angel cried

Thats Scarecrow

I love u

I wanna bang with u forever

But u too evil though

We gonna give u to the devil

Whats up do u wanna come against me

Do u wanna get ure ass earsed off the m-a-p

Devils daughter comin out

Nigga betta watch out

Because you got the queen of sins

Nigga I’m gonna turn it out

Comin to u mean

Because its in me to fuck u up

Listen here dude

Its a ride

So just buckle up

Smokin on a fuckin blunts

Till my minds about to blow

Motherfuck the universe

Because we brought u da end, ho

First I want to grab a nigga by his neck

Drag em to my fuckin set

Take the nigga blow

And his cheese

And them cigarettes

Put my gun up to his nose

Tie em up form head to toe

Take the bitch to EverGreen

Throw em in da bayou

Call my niggas

D and Blue

Project Pat yall know what to do

Creep through the streets

With them thangs

Blast on any fool

Triple 6 killas

In this motherfucker runnin shit

If u wanna playa hate the click

Then you done with

Gotta keep my head up

No need for me to stop it

Get stuck

So ruck wit luck

As to rollin

Because Gansta Blac can’t get fucked

Look fool we creepin on Ken

From Martin Luther and we wit me

Ain’t nuttin but Prophet and thugs

And S-P-Vs all up in me

Rimie sippin

While trippin

While rippin coners wit Juice

Women rippin

While dippin

And ain’t no stoppin this dude

So if yo bank ain’t on swoll

Ain’t no stoppin the Prophet

Thats who was straight for the eight

And look who in it and out it

Nigga

Look in da eyes of a mad man

Shoot em in the head man

Level on dat coco

Playa stata calla

Da balla

Killa Man

Fill the man with slugs

When I’m full of drugs

Trust I’m on ya fool

Drug and a fuck em up

Can’t stand

In the first round fool

Down and what u learned to do

But you ain’t got the right tools

Clowin on ure new C. D

Now ho tell me what that proved

I ain’t seen shit new

Check ya bunch of bodies out of film

Ho

The Prophet Posse let ya live

We’ll kill ya next year

Kill him

And robbed him

And beat him

And dumped all his body parts into my trunk

WHOOP

WHOOP

All the niggas that was in da shit

Just diss niggas and give shouts out to they hoods