Mystic Styles - Three 6 Mafia

Ah yea We finna get ready

To bump that «Smoked out, loced out» part two

Mystic Stylez, Three 6 mafia in da hoe

We finna do that dat sheeeeeit…

Mafia, Mafia, Mafia, Mafia

Mafia, Mafia, Mafia, Mafia

Mafia, Mafia, Mafia, Mafia

Mafia, Mafia, Mafia, Mafia

Bustaz get so dazed and amazed as Lil Fly enchants

Memories of «Smoked out, Loced out» bumped out as them demons dance

Playaz lookin' wild, stole our style, devil’s in me so

Fly can get so violent, bustas silent when I’m on that blow

Enhance my skills to make me treal, treal enough to kill at will

Will I kill you?

Fly will peel you off da map, that’s also real

Don’t you mothasuckas often wonder what to call this shit?

Uhmm, call it Mystic Stylez cause Fly’s style so mystic bitch

The pimpin' Mack is kickin' it with the click that’s known as Triple 6

Don’t bar no lemon busta niggas we dont love 'em

In a trunk is where I stuff 'em

Suckas run they liquor I deliver nigga hollow thangs

Ain’t got no feelings when im killin' clockers best to duck for cover

I come with a chrome yawk and makin' hoes pay the cost

Infared to ya head full of lead yawkin' lames

You can betcha bottom dollar that I’m spittin' game

Niggas underestimate my pimpin' but Mack ain’t trippin'

Sprayin', layin' skanky bitches to the canvas and bustas can I man

Mystic Styles of the ancient mutilations

Torture chambers filled with corpses in my basement

Feel the wrath of the fuckin' devilition

Three 6 Mafia: creation of Satan

My styles are slick, yo body bitch that I will chop in pieces

No fuckin' clue to da 5−0 click, no fuckin' witnesses an…

They only saw da mask of Jason that I had on my face

The scandalous bitch is so-so slick that why I got away safe

I blaze a blunt up in da air just to relax and get high

Da moon is full and all I see is 6−6-6 in da sky

The Three 6 Mafia, Da Devil’s Daughter bitch is so wild

Whateva you bitches are doin' you cannot compare to our mystic style

I’m creepin' up on these hoes with the muthafuckin' shotgun

My nigga wit tha 9's showin' these bitches they can’t get none

Woopin' and dumpin' and stompin' and doggin' these bitches wit animosity

Pimpin' and breakin' and cakin' these niggas cause these hoes can’t fuck wit me

La Chat got tha gat, creepin' up from tha back

Chrome tone now it’s on, never love a nigga john

Cause I’m a crazy bitch, cuttin' off niggas dicks

Man ho takin' these niggas gotta keep it rich

Bitches be runnin' they mouth about this female they don’t know about

Suckas be talkin' that shit, I’m puttin' these funky niggas on da house

Mystic Styles in my head as I smoke on a blunt

Yo Crunchy Black da demons child has a mean ass stun

I had to buck you off, runnin' yo mouth with that weak ass shit

You need to keep it closed trick before you get yo wig split

The candle light, the demon night is what it have to be

Another problem for tha folks on Unsolved Mysteries

Ya thought I was dead naw instead I just faked on yo ass

And now I’m back wit that mask and I’m ready to blast

Now tell me something has emerged

Legions of demons

Koopsta Knicca finna

Rip 'em in plenty trick

For a date with my smith & wesson

Bitch you living

Now you cowards waitin' to bite our fuckin' style

Rip his legs

Cut him down

Bitch with mass up in his town

Niggas bout to break ya somethin' off up in that house of torture

Steppin' up to that Koopsta bitch

Da wicked witch of horror

Horror, da chambers, the daemons that came up

To feed on your soul fool be livin' ya anger

Now ya life’s in danger

Evil…

Notice the murderous vocalist Infamous rippin' up all of your hoe shit

Approachin Da Scarecrow’ll butchure and tearin' up niggas with double the

lyrical dopeness

They go the lyrical legacy, let the Lord Infamous light up da melody

Every nigga that try to compare with the Triple 6 Mafia walkin' to therapy

When you walk throught the wilderness be very quiet, Lord Infamous might be out

stalkin'

I suggest you watch out for the booby traps mane cause the Scarecrow is out

there only for huntin'

Special thanks to my brother Bill Dunigan, Rest in Peace, he taught me 'bout

these mean streets

And so therefore nigga you don’t wanna come deal with the mafia,

we’ll drop you deep down beneath

The killa imperial black miracle from the bloody pacific

Scarecrow will flow to the end of infinity with the style that’s mystic

Deep when we creep, take yo' last breath

Roll up yo' tombstone, smoke a blunt of death

Beware — the Juice’ll leave you funky hoes in terror

And scared of the Mystic Styles of them Three 6 devils

Whoever step up to this click then ya doomed

Cruel with my harpoon straight through yo heart fool

Soon I’ll have you in a trance, swearin' hearin' evil chants

Two knives stuck down in my pants, bustas do not stand a chance

See Im’ma cold hearted killa like murderer Al Kapone

Strong as thousand mile winds and quick to break ya bones

A Glock 19, 95 I cause ya early death

Ya walkin' Triple 6 streets so foo watch ya step

We all about makin' that cheese we gotta stay straight mane

Robbin' and workin' these hoes, fool it ain’t no thang

I even got virgins servin' for me in some otha nations

Pimpin' so hard that I got locked up for some tax evasion

Killers and thieves is all I ever had the pleasure to meet

A rusty ass Tec 9 will make ya hit ya knee

I’m tryin to keep from blastin' off my muthafuckin' balls

By da one in da chamber of da Glock I got in my draws

I got my cap to the side, watchin' my fuckin' back

My dogs across the street in the grass when I’m sweatin the track

Satan worshipper or thug would be my profile, read my file

I been a mean child for a while within a Mystic Style

Aww yea it’s like this for da 95'

Just like last year

You can’t fuck wit us…

Beeeooooooooooootch!

Butt-Head: Hehe, you dumbass

Yeah Juicy «J» aka da juice up in this bitch and I’m out

Yea, thiz Lil' Fly up in this mothafucka

Straight from Funkytown ho

(Gangsta Boo up in this mu-fucka you know what I’m sayin'

Kickin' these satanic verses I’m out ho)

(This LaChat up in this mu-fucka tellin all these hoes to take they

Ana to tha floo I’m out)

(Yeah, Koopsta Knicca up in this bi’r’tch with that evil shi’r’t)

Yeah, DJ Paul up in this muthafucka

Da killaman--prophet entertainment in this ho

Lord Infamous, Da Scarecrow in this muthafucka

Tha mystical one nigga