Three 6 Mafia - Fuckin Wit Dis Click

?Scream? How can you have faith in a god That can not even control creation How can he lead you to salvation There is no hope in chaos only Welcome to the other side of reality And this is your eternity (eternity) (Juicy J) The end of the world I can see it comin' So I pack my nine millimeters and I start Huntin' For these niggas that talk shit Man these hoes will never quit until ya Leave'em hangin' from a tree or thrown In a ditch Which one of you Niggas think you really got them guts To walk up to his house, knock on his door Let'em feel the buck shots of a 12 gauge Backed up by an A-K Fore you go to bed at night you bitches Better kneel and pray Cause when it's business We takin' care our business I'm clappin' on any of a witness Or any who wanna get in it Man this shit is real Not them stories you put in your raps Not even that bullshit you talk behind A nigga back Let me make it simple and plain Run up and you'll get your brains-blown To the side of the curb with that plastic Thang-thang nina glock 19 With the 20 clip You don't wanna f**k with this You don't wanna f**k with this Chorus x4 Therefore all you clicks, and you clans And you crews F**kin',f**kin' with this click And we gon' bring it to your ass (Koopsta Knicca) Man for what any crime I swear I'll die Before I do some time Bitch the Koopsta massive when I murder With the muthaf**kin' plastic nine Corpses that we tortured in the chevy Voices won't let me rest Could this be the end yet Or a message sent from Satan (nigga omens) They open the gates of horror For them horror lords We tortured the cases who arrested The faces of triple six That which is sorcerer (Kill that bitch, chop that bitch) Or you might get caught on a crucifix I'm sick of that burning inside of my Cradle I'm wishin' that He could just come Yet This nina gots no trigger so I'm clickin' Real quick like a serial killa mon' Straight from that cell for real'a I'll buck you dead my nigga And it's a shame when I dropped'em off The break mane In return I got no thangs I went in dark room fool Koop be jackin' For their thang Everytime I see's you slippin' I go into a my Mac-10 (Mac-10) Victims of my devil's playground Come burn with me until the end Chorus x4 (Lord Infamous) Totin' the dead body over my shoulder And sure to break out with my shovel Or let evil look forward And I start to dig up and toss in the body And give up more money as bank of the sore Three seperate bodies hacked up with a axe And I think a big sack Been chewed up by rats I'm just writing these poems They bring to renown cause a triple six Night to rescore Split rists with nee-dles in my fists And amidst', thy clicks, of tricks No I'm not a Christian But I'm mentally ill and I don't Understand all the reasons Well I think it's killin' season And neither does my schitzophrenic friends So therefore nigga due to my mental Defocalty Scarecrow is only entertained By helping enemies bleed Let all the bodies soak in all the blood Let's go smoke with that chick with no pity I bloody cut chop up they shell goes in 20 gauge Finally thinkin' like I was fright-nit-ting I'm havin'no thoughts Of the lives I've done lost When I'm blazin' that stupid gauge fire Cause I'm havin' a halloween slaughter It turned my gun focal Just thank Micheal Myers No mutilation's paralyzations Got no patience when I'm chasin' Down a patient Tryin' to thwart assassination Ch