Live by Yo Rep (Bone Dis)

Man, it's cold as a mothafuck, I wish I had some more phonk or something, man

This is Shaquisha Shalonda, Bone Magazine

Here interviewing the Triple 6 Mafia from Memphis

Who has a unique quality of rap style

What would you do if someone tried to duplicate your ideas?

Well, I shall take a thousand razor blades and press them in their flesh

Take my pitchfork out the fire, soak it in their chest

Through the ribs, spines, charcoal the muscle tissue

And send what's left back to your mammy

'Cause that bitch might miss you

But first, I want to slowly peel off all your skin

Degreaser boillin hot, pour it on you and your dead friends

I probably oughta be not be so horribly slaughtering the body

I am so naughty because I am moderately into photography

Following through the autopsy

But man, fuck it, pour some acid on them too

That's what I would do, Skinny Pimp, what would you do?

Just look into the eyes of the mask

Slangin the AK to knock out my enemies

Fear of the razor, the blast, he done passed

Leavin' no trace of the evidence

Body, brains sit in box chopped up in pieces

His soul done rose, I placed the tubes up under my mattress

My conscience is black and it's strange

'Cause I murdered a bitch and the Devil just rushin my time

With this 9 in my hand causin' death when you sleep

In the casket I make you, no killers in mind

Pullin' a jack, reach me that cheese

Make a stupid move, **** you bleed

Bustin' seventeen, please don't scream

Don't run either, long range street sweep

Never, never run from the buckshots, bustin' at your back

When I'm full of yak, ain't no clue

In too deep, you sneak, we creep, Juiceman, what would you do?

First, a **** look in the white pages for this bitch

Mafia-style **** 'cause you don't know who you're fuckin' with

Called him at his fuckin' home

Nothing but breathin' on the phone

Warning sign to let you know I'm coming, so you better be gone

Run, better run, I be stoppin' ya

With the two 9's, I be poppin' ya

Witness a **** from North Memphis of the Triple 6 Mafia

Two killers at your front door, three killers at your back door

These hoes peeked through the curtains

And saw them gats pointed at the window

Nothin' but destruction after we touched 'em

Man, I thought you knew

That's what I would do, Gangsta Boo, what would you do?

Think about a master plan on how to bust them bitches dead

Gangsta Boo, the Devil's Daughter comin' with the livin' dead

Yes, I'm so, so crazy, so, so scandalous, I will hurt you bitch (Lay down, ho)

Torture your body with nothin' but fire

Then I calmly shoot you bitch

Blast you in your head make sure you dead

'Cause I don't want you to live

My words of wisdom, the weaker the victim the bigger the thrill

The Triple 6 Mafia do not feel sorry for none of you dirty hoes

We full of that weed so we proceed to take your fuckin' soul

It's not a problem when I buck you bitch, I do it smooth

That's what the Devil's Daughter do now, Fly, what would you do?

Clizick with the real Triple 6 **** for your death

Ain't no shame up in my game as you take your last breath

Six **** trill, ready to kill, busta suckers jump

Pull up fucked up, clickin' on you lemons, Fly don't ball, you punk

To you fuckin' imitators, watch yo ass fuckin' click

Bite a playa's style and slip, soon you will be stackin', bitch

Fly gon bring them body bags

Lord, you touch your fuckin' shovel

Dig this ditch, let's bury that bitch

Lay 'em down there with the Devil

Busta numb, red rum, Mr. I-B-N, fool

Oh that's what lil' Fly would do

Now Killaman what would you do?

First, I hit up Crunchy and I get full of that Holy Dope

The Devil's already in me, so I ain't gotta go too far to look

You fucked up with the wrong click

So your murder's all on my mind

Plus, Satan's inside, put my hand to this plastic 9

Burrnin' from the aim, my Glock knows more

Every blink of the eye

But before it's all over, you'll have two Lugers

In your weak thighs

Fall on to your kness, now it's time for you to bless

My fist full of fire, I punch a hole straight through your chest

So any trick that wanna bite of this, everything is cool

You heard what I would do and the Triple 6 whole fuckin' crew, bitch

****, live by your rep, but I ain't takin' shit

When I blast on your ass, I'm gon' empty this clip

****, live by your rep, but we ain't takin' shit

When I blast on your ass, I'm gon' empty this clip

****, live by your rep, but we ain't takin' shit

When I blast on your ass, I'm gon' empty this clip

****, live by your rep, but we ain't takin' shit

When I blast on your ass, I'm gon' empty this clip

See we can't tolerate no **** that is Layzie

Broke out the blender and I made some Krayzie gravy

It's Eazy and when it was time to get Bizzy

Don't break, you can Wish, but you can't escape (No escapin', ****)

Because we crave dead Flesh

Triple 6 bitch, easily you can be next

Yeah, bitch, the Triple 6 Mafia

Breakin' motherfuckin' bones like it ain't shit

For the nine nickle, biatch