Body Parts Lyrics by Three 6 Mafia

Body Parts Lyrics

    [k roc ]
    Hoe, i gotta my prophet posse right behind me
    Throw a chump
    And run a man through da crowd
    He gonna give me sumthin
    Brap rap my niggas
    And step em when k- rocin
    Dont fuck with dis, see
    See if u wit me
    If u wit me
    Mon
    We buck em down
    We buck em down
    Only one
    Comin out of that back door
    Slangin my yae-o
    Rollin on them po-poes
    Dropin that viper
    Smokin that indo
    Makin that bank roll
    Stupid ass bithes
    Dont you know
    Killa klan kaze playas makin them profits
    Hoe

    [mc mac]
    Chillin down on the lower level
    Waitin for my time to come
    With this fool
    A million styles
    Maybe i just might make bond
    Release me on my own
    ???? bak on the streets
    With no employment
    No doubt
    Without no cheese up in my pocket
    Tell me how can i have enjoyment
    Throughout my life
    Say mo shit
    Knowin mc mac dont love no bitch
    Because if i loved them
    I cant trust em
    Breakin this rocks gonna make me rich
    The kaze
    My klan
    My click
    Must buck
    Cuz theres no testin us
    Pop em and drop em
    Lock em and top em
    All up in my trunk

    [m child]
    Dynamite i'm tossin
    Hatas crossin
    Its da end bitch
    U runnin into bullet proof
    Hoe, we still da triple 6
    Prophet to da p
    Earsin niggas that wanna skrive
    With flows of horror
    I'm droppin like steven speilberg
    Deep into da mound
    Aint nuttin but killas up in da dark
    I'm creepin with the hatchet
    With slicin bodyparts in da park
    Moon full of blood
    Could it be another jeffrey dahmer
    I'm sneakin
    And creepin
    And blowin up shit like da una bomber
    Bitch

    [indo g]
    Rollin wit da devil on da level
    Dig yo ditch
    Bitch
    Hitch
    Wit da hi-ka
    On da mi-ka
    I'll make youre ass wish
    Hicorky
    Dickory
    Dock
    Ass i pull out my glock
    And i'm ready to pop
    On de bitch
    Sissy muthafucka
    Brinin da ruckus
    I'm brining my niggas because we dont stop dis shit
    Yea do triple 6
    Brang it real
    Real
    Mutafuka down to pack a steal
    Still i fuk a fly
    I pac a real
    Real on da mic
    Like evander holyfeild

    [crunchy black]
    Theres no cries in my life
    Theres no game that i would play
    Some people say that if u play a game
    Then man you get em played
    Back on you
    I thought u knew
    You shouldn't have neva dissed this click
    The 3 6 mafia
    We popin
    Slugs
    That got u bitches sick

    [koopsta knicca]
    I've neva be brothin
    Koopsta stands out from the niggas
    Who thinkin they hard
    I flow up to star
    Bust in like you da boss
    Kaze got my back
    Now watch how quickly i react wit that
    Boom boom boom
    Nigga
    Rat-tat-tat-tat
    Juicy,paul,and scarecrow
    Are rollin in that bucket low
    And they causin some static
    So they reached and grabbed them 44s
    Fuckin wit my nigga black
    Hes stackin
    Plus his pimpin
    Got real on da peal
    Hoes gonna feel me

    [lord infamous]
    Shut the fuck up bitch
    Its infamous
    Youre ass betta not scream
    Dont make me hafta wipe
    Urer muthafuckin brains off my sheets
    I'm gonna burn u
    Watch u burning
    Like my bad dreams
    Give you to da beast in the pit of hades
    Thunder rolls
    Stormy black clouds
    I stole the 7th seal
    Then the angel cried
    Thats scarecrow
    I love u
    I wanna bang with u forever
    But u too evil though
    We gonna give u to the devil

    [gangsta boo]
    Whats up do u wanna come against me
    Do u wanna get ure ass earsed off the m-a-p
    Devils daughter comin out
    Nigga betta watch out
    Because you got the queen of sins
    Nigga i'm gonna turn it out
    Comin to u mean
    Because its in me to fuck u up
    Listen here dude
    Its a ride
    So just buckle up
    Smokin on a fuckin blunts
    Till my minds about to blow
    Motherfuck the universe
    Because we brought u da end, hoe

    [juicy j]
    First i want to grab a nigga by his neck
    Drag em to my fuckin set
    Take the nigga blow
    And his cheese
    And them cigarettes
    Put my gun up to his nose
    Tie em up form head to toe
    Take the bitch to evergreen
    Throw em in da bayou
    Call my niggas
    D and blue
    Project pat yall know what to do
    Creep through the streets
    With them thangs
    Blast on any fool
    Triple 6 killas
    In this motherfucker runnin shit
    If u wanna playa hate the click
    Then you done with

    [gangsta blac]
    Gotta keep my head up
    No need for me to stop it
    Get stuck
    So ruck wit luck
    As to rollin
    Because gansta blac cant get fucked
    Look fool we creepin on ken
    From martin luther and we wit me
    Aint nuttin but prophet and thugs
    And s-p-vs all up in me
    Rimie sippin
    While trippin
    While rippin coners wit juice
    Women rippin
    While dippin
    And aint no stoppin this dude
    So if yo bank aint on swoll
    Aint no stoppin the prophet
    Thats who was straight for the eight
    And look who in it and out it
    Nigga

    [dj paul]
    Look in da eyes of a mad man
    Shoot em in the head man
    Level on dat coco
    Playa stata calla
    Da balla
    Killa man
    Fill the man with slugs
    When i'm full of drugs
    Trust i'm on ya fool
    Drug and a fuck em up
    Cant stand
    In the first round fool
    Down and what u learned to do
    But you aint got the right tools
    Clowin on ure new c.d.
    Now hoe tell me what that proved
    I aint seen shit new
    Check ya bunch of bodies out of film
    Hoe
    The prophet posse let ya live
    We'll kill ya next year

    Chorusx4

    Kill em
    And robb em
    And beat em
    And dump all they bodyparts into my trunk
    Whoop
    Whoop

    All the niggas that was in da shit
    Just diss niggas and give shouts out to they hoods

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