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