Fuckin' Wit' Dis Click

Fuckin' Wit' Dis Click is a track off Memphis Rap group Three 6 Mafia's debut LP Mystic Stylez.

Lyrics
[Intro]

How can you have faith in a God

That cannot 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

[Verse 1: Juicy J]

The end of the world - I can see it comin'

So I pack my nine millimeters and I start huntin'

For these n- that talk shit

Man these hoes will never quit

Until you leave 'em hangin' from a tree or thrown in a ditch

Which one of you n- think you really got them guts

To walk up to his house, knock on his door

Let 'em feel the buck shots of a twelve 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 n 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 nineteen with the twenty clip

You don't wanna fuck with this

You don't wanna fuck with this

[Refrain]

Therefore all you cliques

And you clans

And you crews

Fuckin', fuckin' with this clique

And we gon' bring it to your ass

[Verse 2: Koopsta Knicca]

Man for a petty crime I swear I'll die before I do some time

Bitch the Koopsta massive when I'm buckin' with the muthafuckin' plastic nine

Corpses that we tortured in the shed, their voices won't let me rest

Could this be the end yet or a message sent from Satan?

N omens

They open the gates of horror for them horror Lords

We tortured the cases who arrested the faces of Triple 6 Devil Shyt sorcerers

Kill that bitch, chop that bitch or you might get caught on a crucifix

I'm sick of that burnin' 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 n

And it's a shame when I dropped'em off the blacklane

In return I got no thangs I went in dark room fool

Koop be jackin' for their thang

Every time I sees you slippin' I go and grab my Mac-10

Victims of my devil's playground, come burn with me until the end

[Refrain]

[Verse 3: Lord Infamous]

Totin' the dead body over my shoulder into the graveyard with my shovel and pitchfork and (?)

And I start to dig up and toss in the body and give up more money as bank of the sore

Three separate bodies hacked up with a axe and I think a big sack had been chewed up by rats

I'm just writing these poems

They bring to renown cuz I drove a steak knife to their skulls

Split wrists with needles in my fists

And amidst', thy cliques of tricks

No I'm not a Christian

But I'm mentally ill and I don't understand all the reasons why I think it's killin' season

And neither does my schizophrenic friends

So therefore, n, due to my mental difficulty

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 fire, they dying like I was Frank Nitti

I'm having no thoughts of the lives I've done lost

When I'm blazin' that stupid gauge fire

Cause I'm havin' a Halloween slaughter in town motherfucker just like Michael Myers

There were mutilations, paralyzations, got no patience

When I'm chasin' down a patient tryin' to thwart assassination

[Refrain]

[Verse 4: DJ Paul]

I'm on a cross, Lucifer please cut me free (cut me free)

I'll join your cult then if you pull these nails out of my feet (nails out of my feet)

My cross turns upside down and finally I'm loose

I flip the land and released some other sinners; Scarecrow and the Juice

I look to the sky and all I could say was "Well finally it's on again"

No Lord could stop us now cause the demons reborn again

My praise, the first power found me so I could never cower

Without a mind fool murder bust and bounce

I'll 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, much destruction

Most will probably wonder

With DJ Paul, the Triple Six clique

And Hell take 'em under

[Juicy J]

Bitch, now never