Mystic Stylez

[Intro: DJ Paul]
Ah yea We finna get ready
To bump that "Smoked out, loced out" part two
Mystic Stylez, Three 6 mafia in da hoe
We finna do that dat sheeeeeit...

[Hook: Lord Infamous]
Mafia, Mafia, Mafia, Mafia
Mafia, Mafia, Mafia, Mafia
Mafia, Mafia, Mafia, Mafia
Mafia, Mafia, Mafia, Mafia

[Verse 1: Playa Fly]
Bustaz get so dazed and amazed as Lil Fly enchants
Memories of "Smoked out, Loced out"
Puffed out as them demons dance
Playaz 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 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 sh*t?
Uhmm, call it Mystic Stylez cause Fly's style so mystic b*tch

[Verse 2: MC Mack]
The pimpin' mack is kickin' it with the clique that's known as Triple 6
Don't bar no lemon busta n*ggas we dont love 'em
In a trunk is where I stuff 'em
Suckas run they liquor I deliver n*gga hollow thangs
Ain't got no feelings when im killin' clockers 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 by the dollar that I'm spittin' game
n*ggas underestimate my pimpin' but mackin' but trippin' sprayin'
Layin' skanky b*tches to the canvas and bustas can I man

[Bridge: Lord Infamous]
Mystic Styles of the ancient mutalations
Torture chambers filled with corpses in my basement
Feel the wrath of the f*ckin' devilition
Three 6 Mafia: creation of Satan

[Verse 3: Gangsta Boo]
My styles are slick, yo body b*tch that I will chop in pieces
No f*ckin' clue to da 5-0 click, no f*ckin' witnesses an...
They only saw da mask of Jason that I had on my face
The scandalous b*tch is so-so slick that why I got away safe
I blaze da blunt 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, Da Devil's Daughter b*tch is so wild
Whateva you b*tches are doin' you cannot compare to our mystic style

[Verse 4: La Chat]
I'm creepin' up on these hoes with the muthaf*ckin' shotgun
My n*gga wit tha 9's showin' these b*tches they can't get none
Woopin' and dumpin' and stompin' and doggin' these b*tches wit animosity
Pimpin' and breakin' and cakin' these n*ggas cause these hoes can't f*ck wit me
La Chat got tha gat, creepin' up from tha back
Chrome tone now it's on, never love a n*gga joan
Cause I'm a crazy b*tch, cuttin' off n*ggas di*ks
Man ho takin' these n*ggas gotta keep it rich
b*tches be runnin' they mouth about this female they don't know about
Suckas be talkin' that sh*t, I'm puttin' these funky n*ggas on da house

[Verse 5: Crunchy Black]
Mystic Styles in my head as I smoke on a blunt
Yo Crunchy Black da demons child has a mean ass stun
I had to buck you off runnin' yo mouth with tha weak ass sh*t
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 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

[Verse 6: Koopsta Knicca]
Now tell me something has emerged
Legions of demons
Koopsta Knicca finna
Rip 'em in plenty trick
For a date with my smith & wesson
b*tch you living
Now you cowards waitin' to bite our f*ckin' style
Rip his legs
Cut him down
b*tch with mass up in his town
n*ggas bout to break ya somethin' off up in that house of torture
Steppin' up to that Koopsta b*tch
Da wicked witch of horror
Horror da chambers the demons that came up
To feed off your soul fool be livin' ya anger
Now ya lifes in danger

[Verse 7: Lord Infamous]
Evil...
Notice the murderous vocalist
Infamous rippin' up all of your ho sh*t
Approachin Da Scarecrow'll butchure and
Tearin' up n*ggas wit double edge
Lyrical thought as they go the lyrical legacy
Let the Lord Infamous light up da melody
Every n*gga that try to compare with the
Triple 6 Mafia walkin' to therapy
When you walk throught 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 only for huntin'
Special thanks to my brother Bill Dunigan
Rest in Peace, he taught me bout these mean streets
So therefore n*gga you dont 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 thats mystic

[Verse 8: Juicy J]
Deep when we creep
Take yo' last breath
Roll up yo' tombstone
Smoke a blunt of death
Beware
The juice'll leave ya f*ckin' hoes in terror
And scared of the Mystic Styles of them 3-6 devils
Who eva step up to this click then ya doomed
Cruel with my harpoon
Straight through yo heart fool
Soon I'll have you in tha trance
Swearin hearin' evil chants
Two knifes stuck down in my pants
Bustas do not stand a chance

[Verse 9: DJ Paul]
See Im'ma cold hearted killa like murderer Al Kapone
Strong as thousand mile winds and quick to break ya bones
A Glock 19, 95 I cause ya early death
Ya walkin' Triple 6 streets so foo watch ya 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 otha nations
Pimpin' so hard that I got locked for some tax evasion
Killers and thieves is all I ever had the pleasure to meet
A rusty ass Tec 9 will make ya hit ya knee
I'm tryin to keep from blastin' off my muthaf*ckin' balls
By da one in da chamber of da Glock I got in my draws
I got my cap to the side, watchin' my f*ckin' back
My dogs across the street in the grass when I'm sweatin the track
Satan worshipper or thug would be my profile, read my file
I been a mean child for a while within' a Mystic Style

[Outro: DJ Paul, Juicy J, Playa Fly, (Gangsta Boo), (La
Chat), (Koopsta Knicca), Lord Infamous]
Aww yea it's like this for da 95'
Just like last year
You can't f*ck wit us...
Beeeooooooooooootch!
Butt-Head: Hehe, you dumbass
{Beavis & Butt-Head laughing}
Yeah Juicy "J" aka da juice up in this b*tch and I'm out
Yea, thiz Lil' Fly up in this mothaf*cka
Straight from Funkytown ho
(Gangsta Boo up in this mu-f*cka you know what I'm sayin'
Kickin' these satanic verses I'm out ho)
*laughing*
(This La
Chat up in this mu-f*cka tellin all these hoes to take they
Ana to tha floo I'm out)
(Yeah, Koopsta Knicca up in this bi'r'tch with that evil shi'r't)
Yeah, DJ Paul up in this muthaf*cka
Da killaman--prophet entertainment in this ho
Lord Infamous, Da Scrarecrow in this muthaf*cka
Tha mystical one n*gga