Ah yea We finna get ready

To bump that "Smoked out, loced out" part two

Mystic Stylez, Three 6 mafia in da hoeWe finna do that dat sheeeeeit...

Mafia, Mafia, Mafia, Mafia

Mafia, Mafia, Mafia, Mafia

Mafia, Mafia, Mafia, Mafia

Mafia, Mafia, Mafia, Mafia

Bustaz get so dazed and amazed

As Lil′ Fly's enchants

Memories of smoked out loced out

Puffed out as them demons dance

Playaz 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

Uhmm, call it Mystic Stylez cause Fly′s style so mystic bitch

The pimpin' mack is kickin′ with the clique 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, 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 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 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

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 ho 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 demons 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 something has emerged

Legions of demons

Koopsta Knicca 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 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

Evil...

Notice the murderous vocalist

Infamous rippin' up all of your ho shit

Approachin Da Scarecrow′ll butchure and

Tearin' up niggas wit double edge

Lyrical thought as they go the lyrical legacy

Let the Lord Infamous light up da melody

Every nigga 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 nigga 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

Deep when we creep

Take yo′ last breath

Roll up yo' tombstone

Smoke a blunt of death

Beware

The juice′ll leave ya fuckin' 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

See Im'ma cold hearted killa like murderer Al Kapone

Strong as thousand mile winds 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 foo 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 muthafuckin' balls

By da one in da chamber of da 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 would be my profile, read my file

I been a mean child for a while within′ a Mystic Style

Aww yea it's like this for da 95′

Just like last year

You can't fuck wit us...

Beeeooooooooooootch!

Hehe, you dumbass

Yeah Juicy "J" aka da juice up in this bitch and I′m out

Yea, thiz Lil' Fly up in this mothafucka

Straight from Funkytown ho

(Gangsta Boo up in this mu-fucka you know what I'm sayin′

Kickin′ these satanic verses I'm out ho)

(This LaChat up in this mu-fucka 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 muthafucka

Da killaman--prophet entertainment in this ho

Lord Infamous, Da Scrarecrow in this muthafucka

Tha mystical one nigga