MYSTIC STYLES

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

No fuckin' clue to the 5-0 click, no fuckin' witnesses, and

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

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

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

The moon is full, and all I see is 6-6-6 in the sky

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

Whatever you bitches are doin', you cannot compare to my mystic styles

I'm creepin' up on these hoes with the mothafuckin' shotgun

My **** with the 9's, showin' these bitches they can't get none

Whoopin' and dumpin' and stompin'

And doggin' these bitches with animosity

Pimpin' and breakin' and gankin' these ****

'Cause these hoes can't fuck wit me

Mystic Styles in my head as I smoke on a blunt

Yo' Crunchy Black, the demon child has a mean ass stun

I had to buck you, hoe, 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 the folks on Unsolved Mysteries

You thought I was dead, naw instead, I just faked on yo' ass

And now I'm back with the mask and I'm ready to blast

Busters get so dazed and amazed as the Fly enchants

Memories of "Smoked Out, Loced Out" bumped out as them demons dance

Playas lookin' wild, stole our style, Devil's in me so

Fly can get so violent, bust so silent when I'm on that blow

Enhance my skills that make me trill, trill enough to kill at will

Will I kill you? Fly will peel you off the map, that's all so real

Aye, it gets greater later

So check it