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Three 6 Mafia Mystic Stylez Now I'm High Pt. 3 Chorus Triple 6 Triple triple 6 smoked out Now im high Really high Mane i'm about to shout (Playa Fly) Fly so high in funkytown Mega blunts I gotta smoke snowin', sneezin', coughin', chiefin' Blowin' heavy on dat dope Playa fuckin' rest By that funk Crunk by onion weed Don't you think you higher than Lil Fly Till you snote that P P-funk got me goin' Hoe I'm blowin' on montana pack Ganja put me under But that snizote put me back on track Bustas blinded by my smoke How you like my smokin' screen Playa got that evil grin and tonin' got me lookin' mean Fly got swishers full of blink Time to snort a white hoe bitch Next she tell me Fly dont need it but Fly say Mane fuck that shit Suckers fill my atmosphere Hoe you should know open your ear Groupie bitches hypnotized by devil shit you hate to hear Standin in the shower full of powder coca fuckin' cain Hour by the hour ain't no coward cause I'm blowin' man If you say I'm sprung Body numb Triple 6 and Fly Funkytown Fly bound and now I know you know im really high Chorus (Gangsta Boo) Smoked out loced out killas Aint takin' nothin' from you niggas So back the fuck up before the devil daughter click a On you lemons just like a muthafuckin' trigger hoe Hoe its on this shit is on its on now hit the fuckin' floor Oh my god I hear some voices tellin' me to kill Is it them Triple 6 niggas mane is that shit for real Tha Jason mask On your ass When I'm gonna blast Your soul I'll take The ground will shake as I begin to laugh I light the candle sticks a crucifix about to take place The Devils Daughter Gangsta Boo is out to catch a case Niggas be talkin' about the gangsta hoe I must be on your mind Stupid bitch I have to thank you with a loaded glizzock nine You know Im comin' Don't you go runnin' to your fuckin' nigga A trigger happy bitch the mind of a fuckin' killa You think I'm shakin' hell naw bitch You wanna test My fuckin' pimpin' if you want to filla Some hollow points up in your chest Chorus (Lord Infamous) Spooky midnight has fallen like these and the moon is like lit up Like much of the herb The indos creating illusion my thoughts of confusion My vision is blurred The aroma of the marijuana The black is the smoke changing into black clouds Deep down in the dungeons My darkness of demonic secrets finally aroused Your soul is horrified Flesh falling from the sky The Three 6 anti-christ Bloody seven seas The blackness in my eyes I hear an angel crie Now I lay down to die Come and burn with me In Scarecrows passed life I killed kings and I ruled by the spilling of blood fleshing guts Now I'm back and im more murderous And I'm known as that mad nigga Lord Infamous The Scarecrow could never come deeper The flow if I wasn't so full of that dope you know Triple 6 blownin' that weed and we keepin' The seed and the stem rolled and when i slip And the lights of the dim and we grab the We pappin' the bone and We take all that smoke to our lungs A nigga got love for the bud And I'm smokin it up until I'm feelin' numb When I'm getting crushed by the shotgun and I'm smokin' Like it until da break of dawn Seriously circulating while the devil's takin' The souls of my sinister wand |
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