Mystic Stylez

Ah yea

We finna get ready to bump that smoked out loced out part two

mystic stylez 3 6 mafia in da hoe

We finna do that dat sheeeeeit...

Bustaz get so dazed and amazed

Theres Lil' Fly's chance

Memories of smoked out loced out puffed out as them demons dance

Play 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 treal

Treal 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

Ummmm, call it mystic stylez cause fly sytles 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 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' cluckers busta duck for

cover

I come with a chrome y'all can makin' hoes pay the cost

Infared 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 mutalations

Torture chambers filled with corpses in my basement

Feel the rath of the fuckin' devilition

Three 6 Mafia creation decending

With my styles I slit

Yo body bitch

That I will chop to 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 da bunt 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

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 9's showin' these bitches they can't get none

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

anamosity

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 dont 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

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 somthing has emerged

Legions of demons

[cas a nigga 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' 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 lifes in danger