Mystic stylez

Ah yea,
We finna get ready to bump that smoked out, locked out, part two,
Mystic stylez, Three Six Mafia in da hoe,
We finna do that shit

Mafia
Bustaz get so dazed and amazed
There's Lil' Fly's chance
Memories of smoked out locked out puffed out as them demons dance
Playaz lookin' wild
Stole our style
Devils in me so
Fly can get so violent
Bustas silent when I'm on that blow
Enhance my skills to make me real
Real enough to kill at will
Will I kill you
Fly will peel you off da map that's all so real
Don't you mothasuckas often wonder what to call this shit
Call it mystic styles 'cause fly styles so mystic bitch The pimpin' mack is kickin' with the click that's known as Triple 6
Don't bar no lemon busta niggas we don't 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 I'm killin' cluckers busta duck for cover
I come with a chrome y'all can makin' hoes pay the cost
Infrared to ya head full of lead yawkin' lames
You can betcha by the dollar that I'm spittin' game
Niggas underestimate my pimpin' but mackin' but 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' demolition
Three 6 Mafia creation descending

With my styles I slit
Yo body bitch
That I will chop to pieces
No fuckin' clue to da five point oh 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 da bunt up in da air just to relax and get high
Da moon is full and all I see is six six six in da sky
The Three 6 Mafia
Tha devils daughter bitch is so wild
Whateva you bitches are doin' you cannot compare to my mystic style I'm creepin' up on these hoes with the muthafuckin' shotgun
A nigga wit tha nines 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
LaChat got tha gat
Creepin' up from tha back
Chrome tone now it's on
Neva love a nigga joan
'Cause I'm a crazy bitch cuttin' off niggas dicks
Man hoe 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 deamons child has a mean ass stun
I had to buck you off runnin' yo mouth with tha weak ass shit
You need to keep it closed
Trick before you get yo wig split
A candle light the demon night is what it have to be
Another problem for tha folks on Unsolved Mysteries
Ya thought I was dead
Nah instead I just faked on yo ass
And now I'm back wit that mask and I'm ready to blast

Now tell me somthing has emerged
Legions of demons
('Cause a nigga finer)
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' to that Koopsta bitch
(Da wicked witch or horror)
Horror da chambers that tame us
They came up
To feed off 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 butcher and
Tearin' up niggas wit double edge
Lyrical thought as 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 through the wilderness
Be very quiet Lord Infamous might be out stalkin'
I suggest you watch out for the voodoo cultures
Make up The Scarecrow is out there ya only for huntin'
Special thanks to my brother Bill Dunigan
Rest in Peace he taught me bout these mean streets
So therefore nigga you don't want to 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 ya fuckin' hoes in terror
And scared of the Mystic Styles of them three six devils
Whoever step up to this click then ya doomed
Cruise wit my harpoon
Straight through yo heart fool
Soon I'll have you in tha trance
Swearin' hearin' evil chants
Two knives stuck down in my pants
Bustas do not stand a chance

See I'm a cold hearted killa like murderer Al Kapone
Strong as thousand mile winds quick to break ya bones
A glock nineteen, ninety-five 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 foo it ain't no thang
I even got virgins servin' for me in some other nations
Pimpin' so hard that I got locked for some tax evasion
Killas and thieves is all I ever had the pleasure to meet
A rusty ass tec 9'll 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 dopes across the street in the grass when I'm sweatin' the track
Satan worshiper
The thug I be my profile read my file
I be enemy child for a while within' a Mystic Style

Aw yea it's like this for da ninety-five
Just like last year
You can't fuck wit us
Bitch!

Hehe, you dumbass

Yeah Juicy \"J\" aka da juice up in this bitch and I'm out

Yea, this Lil' Fly up in this mothafucka
Straight from funky town hoe

Gangsta Boo up in this mu-fucka you know what I'm sayin'
Kickin' these satanic verses I'm out hoe

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 bitch with that medieval shit

Yeah, DJ Paul up in this muthafucka
Da killaman, prophet entertainment in this hoe

Lord Infamous, Da Scrarecrow in this muthafucka
Tha mystical one nigga