Mystic Stylez

[Intro: DJ Paul] Ahh, yeah We finna get ready to bump that Smoked Out, Loced Out Part 2 Mystic Stylez, Three 6 Mafia in this ho We finna do this shit [Chorus: Lord Infamous] Mafia, Mafia, Mafia, Mafia Mafia, Mafia, Mafia, Mafia Mafia, Mafia, Mafia, Mafia Mafia, Mafia, Mafia, Mafia [Verse 1: Playa Fly] 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 Don't you mothersuckers often wonder what to call this shit? Hmm, call it Mystic Stylez, 'cause Fly's style so mystic, bitch [Verse 2: MC Mack] The pimpin' Mack is kickin' it with the clique that's known as Triple 6 Don't bar no lemon buster niggas, we don't love 'em And my trunk is where I stuff 'em Suckers run they liquor, I deliver, nigga, hollow thangs Ain't got no feelings when im killin' cluckers, best to duck for cover I come with a chrome yawkin', 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' skanchy bitches to the canvas and busters Can I manage [Bridge: Lord Infamous] 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 [Verse 3: Gangsta Boo] 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 style [Verse 4: La Chat] I'm creepin' up on these hoes with the mothafuckin' shotgun My nigga 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 niggas 'cause these hoes can't fuck with me Lil' Chat got the gat Creepin' up from the 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 Suckers be talkin' that shit, I'm puttin' these funky niggas on the house [Verse 5: Crunchy Black] 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, now instead, I just faked on yo' ass And now I'm back with the mask, and I'm ready to blast [Verse 6: Koopsta Knicca] Now tell me somethin' has emerged We return against legions of demons Koopsta Knicca finna rip 'em in plenty dread Buck 'em dead with my Smith & Wesson Bitch, you livin', now you cowards waitin' to bite our fuckin' style Reap his legs, cut him down, bitch, we massive in this town Niggas bound to break you somethin' off of in the house of torture Steppin' up to the Koopsta, bitch that – that wicked witch of horror Horror, the chambers, the daemons that came up To feed on your soul, 'fore we live on yo' anger, now your life's in danger [Verse 7: Lord Infamous] Evil, notice the murderous vocalist Infamous rippin' up all of your hoe shit Approachin' the Scarecrow will butcher and tearin' up niggas with double their lyrical dopeness They go through the lyrical legacy, let the Lord Infamous light up the melody Every nigga that try to compare with the Triple 6 Mafia won't get through therapy When you walk through 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, yeah, only for huntin' Special thanks to my brother Phil 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 [Verse 8: Juicy J] 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, busters do not stand a chance [Verse 9: DJ Paul] See, I'm a cold-hearted killer, like murderer Al Kapone Strong as thousand-mile winds, and quick to break ya bones A Glock 19-95 will cause a earlier death You walkin' Triple 6 streets, so fool, watch your 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 other nations Pimpin' so hard that I got locked down for some tax evasion Killers and thieves is all I ever had the pleasure to meet A rusty ass Tec 9'll make ya hit your knee I'm tryin to keep from blastin' off my mothafuckin' balls By the one in the chamber of the Glock I got in my draws I got my cap to the side, watchin' my fuckin' back My dope's across the street in the grass when I'm sweatin' the track Satan worshipper or thug'll be my profile, read my file I been a mean child for a while within the Mystic Stylez [Outro: DJ Paul, Juicy J, Playa Fly, Gangsta Boo, LaChat, Koopsta Knicca & Lord Infamous] Aw, yeah, it's like this for the '95 Just like last year, you can't fuck with us Biaaaatch Butt-Head: Hehe, you dumbass Beavis & Butt-Head laughing Yeah, Juicy "J" aka the Juice up in this bitch, and I'm out Yeah, this Lil' Fly up in this motherfucker Straight from Funkytown, ho Gangsta Boo in this motherfucker, you know what I'm sayin' Kickin' these satanic verses, I'm out, ho *laughing* This LaChat up in this motherfucker, tellin' all these hoes Take they anna on to the floor, I'm out Shit, Koopsta Knicca up in this birtch with that evil shirt Yeah, DJ Paul up in this motherfucker Da Killaman, Prophet Entertainment in this ho Lord Infamous, Da Scarecrow in this motherfucker The mystical one nigga