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you (who could really blame you) We're the ones who made you (VERSE ONE) Back by popular demand Now pop a little Zantac or ant'-acid if you can You'
Purie Snow And take her to the bounce and let her throw some bows And let her sip syrup and make her body slow Then take her to a room, make her suck
take You the nigga walk up in a shootout with some pepper spray That'd be the last mistake you ever make Me I chop his head off from a rooftop And race
tryin' ta stay ahead of my shadow And I'm floatin' like a boat in the battle Alligators and rattle snakes But I promise I would take a nigga off like
Well, Lord Infamous shall take 1000 razor blades And press them in they flesh Take my pitchfork up outta the fire, soak it down in their chest Through
snappin' necks Until the job is done Take em' on a lyrical holocaust Infamous is just our mafia boss Nigga walk around with his head blown off Call me the wicked ass lord
Magazine here interviewing the (Three 6 Mafia) from Memphis who has a unique quality of rap style "What would you do if someone tried to duplicate your ideas?" [Lord
philosophy, my whole way of life Because remember little man don't you go to Goa I believe I'm gonna Shut down my chakras, shift Shiva off my shelf Take
mini-skirts We're always game for a flirt Fending off all those silly guys Giggling at their see-through lines Ever so often there'll be one that we'll take
, why don't you drop dead Chorus: Baby who do you think you are Driving around in your big fat car With your macho look and your stupid talk Get outta here, piss off and take
Am I too wild for you baby Run away if you think you can You're what I want but you can't face it I scare you off , think that I'm a tramp It gets too
Hey motherfucker, are you jerking off again? You horny little bastard can't do anything right You can't fuck, you can't suck, let me beat that dick You
Hey motherfucker, are you jerking off again You horny little bastard can't do anything right You can't fuck, you can't suck, let me beat that dick
And I'm tired of morons that say I'm too abstract or I'm too deep [drums] Yeah I'm deep, deep in debt, deep in thought Falling off the deep end without
tilts take me where the air is clear i dont really know where but I know its not here and every little step she takes makes me speak cause I know
I Know Hard As These Niggas Working Man They Wont Sign So Drake And Vo Back I Take It You Know That You Take It Sitting Down Or You Can Take It To Gold
appear to be casting Sinister glances toward him Through their glinting acid burn- Out eyeballs, trying to run him Off the road, or make him bump into
