Body Parts 3歌词-Three 6 Mafia

Body Parts 3歌词由Three 6 Mafia演唱，出自专辑《Most Known Unknown (Clean)》，下面是《Body Parts 3》完整版歌词！

Body Parts 3歌词完整版

H*e 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 n***as

And step em when K Rocin

Don't f**k with dis see

See if you wit me

If you 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 a*s bithes

Don't you know

Killa Klan Kaze playas makin them profits

H*e

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 s**t

Knowin MC Mac don't love no b***h

Because if I loved them

I can't trust em

Breakin this rocks gonna make me rich

The Kaze

My Klan

My click

Must buck

'Cause there's no testin us

Pop em and drop em

Lock em and top em

All up in my trunk

Dynamite I'm tossin

Hatas crossin

Its da end b***h

You runnin into bullet proof

H*e we still da Triple 6

Prophet to da P

Earsin n***as that want to skrive

With flows of horror

I'm droppin like Steven Speilberg

Deep into da mound

Ain't 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 s**t like da Una Bomber

B***h

Rollin wit da devil on da level

Dig yo ditch

B***h

Hitch

Wit da hi ka

On da mi ka

I'll make you're a*s wish

Hicorky

D**kory

Dock

A*s I pull out my glock

And I'm ready to pop

On de b***h

Sissy muthaf**ka

Brinin da ruckus

I'm brining my n***as because we don't stop dis s**t

Yea do Triple 6

Brang it real

Real

Mutafuka down to pack a steal

Still I f**k a fly

I pac a real

Real on da mic

Like Evander Holyfeild

There's no cries in my life

There's no game that I would play

Some people say that if you play a game

Then man you get em played

Back on you

I thought you knew

You shouldn't have neva dissed this click

The 3 6 Mafia

We popin

Slugs

That got you b***hes sick

I've neva be brothin

Koopsta stands out from the n***as

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

N***a

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

F**kin wit my n***a Black

He's stackin

Plus his pimpin

Got real on da peal

H*es gonna feel me

Shut the f**k up b***h

Its Infamous

You're a*s betta not scream

Don't make me hafta wipe

Urer muthaf**kin brains off my sheets

I'm gonna burn you

Watch you 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

That's Scarecrow

I love you

I want to bang with you forever

But you too evil though

We gonna give you to the devil

What's up do you want to come against me

Do you want to get ure a*s earsed off the m a p

Devils daughter comin out

N***a betta watch out

Because you got the queen of sins

N***a I'm gonna turn it out

Comin to you mean

Because its in me to f**k you up

Listen here dude

Its a ride

So just buckle up

Smokin on a f**kin blunts

Till my minds about to blow

Motherf**k the universe

Because we brought you da end h*e

First I want to grab a n***a by his neck

Drag em to my f**kin set

Take the n***a blow

And his cheese

And them cigarettes

Put my gun up to his nose

Tie em up form head to toe

Take the b***h to EverGreen

Throw em in da bayou

Call my n***as

D and Blue

Project Pat y'all know what to do

Creep through the streets

With them thangs

Blast on any fool

Triple 6 killas

In this motherf**ker runnin s**t

If you want to playa hate the click

Then you done with

Gotta keep my head up

No need for me to stop it

Get stuck

So ruck wit luck

As to rollin

Because Gansta Blac can't get f**ked

Look fool we creepin on Ken

From Martin Luther and we wit me

Ain't 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 ain't no stoppin this dude

So if yo bank ain't on swoll

Ain't no stoppin the Prophet

That's who was straight for the eight

And look who in it and out it

N***a

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 d**gs

Trust I'm on ya fool

D**g and a f**k em up

Can't stand

In the first round fool

Down and what you learned to do

But you ain't got the right tools

Clowin on ure new C D

Now h*e tell me what that proved

I ain't seen s**t new

Check ya bunch of bodies out of film

H*e

The Prophet Posse let ya live

We'll kill ya next year

Kill em

And robb em

And beat em

And dump all they bodyparts into my trunk

WHOOP

WHOOP

All the n***as that was in da s**t

Just diss n***as and give shouts out to they hoods