Three 6 Mafia - Mystic Styles lyrics

Aw, yeah
We finna get ready to bump that Smoked Out
Loced Out Part 2
Mystic Stylez, Three 6 Mafia in the hoe
We finna do this shiiiit

Mafia, Mafia, Mafia, Mafia
Mafia, Mafia, Mafia, Mafia
Mafia, Mafia, Mafia, Mafia
Mafia, Mafia, Mafia, Mafia

Bustas get so dazed and amazed
As Lil 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
Bustas 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 mothasuckas often wonder what
To call this shit?
Hmm, call it Mystic Stylez, 'cause
Fly's style so mystic, bitch

The pimpin' Mack is kickin' it with the
Click that's known as Triple 6
Don't bar no lemon busta niggas
We don't love 'em
And my trunk is where I stuff 'em
Suckas run they liquor, I deliver, nigga
Hollow thangs ain't got no feelin's when
Im killin' cluckers, best to duck for cover
I come with a chrome yawk and
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' skanky bitches to
The canvas and bustas can I manage

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

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 styles

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 cakin' these niggas
'Cause these hoes can't fuck wit me
La 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
Suckas be talkin' that shit
I'm puttin' these funky niggas on the house

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, naw instead
I just faked on yo' ass
And now I'm back with the mask
And I'm ready to blast

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

Evil notice the murderous vocalist
Infamous rippin' up all of your hoe shit
Approachin' the Scarecrow will butcher
And tearin' up
Niggas with double the 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 Bill
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

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
Bustas do not stand a chance

See, I'm a cold hearted killer
Like murderer Al Capone
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 dogs 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

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 mothafucka
Straight from Funkytown, ho
(Gangsta Boo in this mothafucka
You know what I'm sayin'?
Kickin' these satanic verses, I'm out, ho)
Laughing (This LaChat up in this mothafucka
Tellin' all these hoes
Take they anna on to the floor, I'm out)
(Shit, Koopsta Knicca up in this
Bi'r'tch with that evil shi'r't)
Yeah, DJ Paul up in this mothafucka
Da Killaman, Prophet Entertainment in this ho
Lord Infamous
Da Scarecrow in this mothafucka
The mystical one nigga