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Текст (слова) песни: 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

Leaveem 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

Letem 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 its business

We takin care our business

Im cappin on any punk witness

Or any foo 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 youll get your brains-blown

To the side of the curb with that plastic

Thang-thang meaning glock 19

With the 20 clip

You dont wanna fuck with this

You dont wanna fuck with this

Chorus x4

Therefore all you clicks, and you clans

And you crews

Fuckin,fuckin with this click

And we gon bring it to your ass

(koopsta knicca)

Man for a pety crime I swear Ill die

Before I do some time

Bitch the koopsta massive when I murder

With the muthafuckin plastic nine

Corpses that we tortured in the chevy

Voices wont 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

Devil shit sorcerer

(kill that bitch, chop that bitch)

Or you might get caught on a crucifix

Im sick of that burning inside of my

Cradle Im wishin that he could just come

Yet

This nina gots no trigger so Im clickin

Real quick like a serial killa mon

Straight from that south for reala

Ill buck you dead my nigga

And its a shame when I droppedem off

The break mane

In return I got no thangs

I went in dark room fool koop be jackin

For their thang

Everytime I sees you slippin

I go and load up my mac-10 (mac-10)

Victims of my devils playground

Come burn with me until the end

Chorus x4

(lord infamous)

Tossin 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

Im 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 Im not a christian

But Im mentally ill and I dont

Understand all the reasons

Well I think its 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

Lets 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

Im havinno thoughts

Of the lives Ive done lost

When Im blazin the streets with gauge fire

Cause Im havin a halloween slaughter

It turned my gun focal

Just thank micheal myers

No mutilations paralyzations

Got no patience when Im chasin

Down a patient

Tryin to thwart assassination

Chorus x4

(dj paul)

Im on a cross lucifer please cut me free (cut me free)

Ill draw your portrait if you pull these nails out my feet (nails out my feet)

My cross turns upside down

And finally Im loose

I flip the land and released the others who sinned, tha scarecrow and the juice

I look to the sky and all I could say was

"finally its on again"

No lord could stop us now

Cause the demons reborn again

My praise

The first power found me

So I could never coward out

A mind for murder but the barrel couldnt tell you half about this antichrist

Look into my eyes tell me what you see

The demonic man about scarecrowism

Saints can you feel me

I try for years and years

Sinkin this one day of depression

Stormy weather and church bells

Ringin to the election of a new-follower

Follow me into the trees

Watch me rob adam

And watch me rape eve

In this eve of destruction

Most will probably wonder

Will dj paul, the triple six click

And hell takethem under

-laughter-

(juicy j)

Bitch, now never

-laughter-

-sounds of rain and church bells fade-

 

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