Bodyparts 2 (corrected) Lyrics - Three 6 Mafia

Yeah, we back up in this mothafucka Prophet motherfuckin' Posse hoe 

Three 6 Mafia, M-Child a whole bunch of mothafuckas 

And ready to do this shit you wanna fuck a hoe 

Then wait until you're back when the war's gone bitch 

You better recognize you motherfuckin' suckas 

Thinkin' that I'm for the 9-7 once again, it's on 

Bout to pull yo' motherfuckin' ass in bitch 

Woow, woow, woow, woow, woow, woow, woo 

Now when they comes to the hood, I be like black haven zone 

And when it comes to parts of the body, I got more than Auto zone 

In the middle of fashion I got to keep it like rockin' 

Them people callin' it green that smoke how much I like it 

Again it's up to him I need to let some shots off 

It's DJ Paul with Teflon so take that bulletproof off 

When they jump, I pump to put some murderin' punks 

And then I dump all his bodyparts into my trunk 

Play, I'ma terror from the end, I'll watch that body explode 

If they retaliate I blast, I think about you won't find them bloody clothes 

Kill 'em though don't you know, I want to get rid of those faked up hoes 

It's the city of Memphis watch me witness how this nigga unload 

Rage make me regularly, force me blood 

I feed ya' hot lead slugs and watch you drip like fudge 

I'm nuts, you got no crisp, you got no heart 

You niggas front from the start 

I want to fill my fucking backyard with your bodyparts 

Wuss up mista trick do you wanna get with this? 

Pimp type ass bitch down with the Triple 6 

My Lexus trunk or Viper Prophet Posse nothin' nicer 

In this fuckin' body parts through the air 'cause we come to get it crunk 

Several bodies in my trunk never denyin' 

Always high, and fuck you playa hatin' punks 

Always stayin' on the top look at the Billboard Charts 

Prophet Posse takin' over nigga now we got you high 

I don't know you why the fuck you all in my grill 

I'm stackin' buck on you niggas, sayin' you so so trill 

You ain't no killa my lyrics leave you scared to go to sleep 

Sleepin' with the lights on, hoe you cautious of me 

Me and about 80 mo' motherfuckas who comin' 

4 and 5 vans deep while your bitch ass runnin' 

We be the Prophet, devilish, and meanin' click so tight 

M-Child, Orange Mound, smokin' out every night, bitch 

I met this dude last week who said he slangin' double keys 

Also had a hook up on some tall and some light green ink 

What you think I was tryin' to plan a robbin' spree 

So I drove a low key car tryin' to fool the streets 

Curve after curve I return tryin' not to swerve 

Knowin' by the hour I'll be choppin' up my bag of herbs 

Plus a pure herb, AK's, all kinds a guns 

'Till the nigga pulled his car to the side and stopped the run 

Please don't test these murderers slugs I will pump in to gut 

Scan from the Killa Klan Kaze I will dump your bodyparts into my trunk 

Let's go ride then play a game what's the game, the game of names 

Now which, which one would you choose 

Whichever you choose you lose, you lose 

First time on the maximum, don't be a trick 

To see them hats talk shit but they don't know the deal 

Dope sella BHZ's where I dwell-ah 

They looked into the barrel of my jet black Barretta 

Ratta, tatta, is all you heard 

To see you niggas comin' up in the [unverified] 

But watch the game 'cause you don't got no friends 

Droopy Drew Dog self made to the end 

Check this here nigga will, rob and steal, mob and kill 

And it feel they don't feel what I feel, then I fill 

Them up with bullet lead, two to the head 

Then I lay them in graves that I dig just for them, yes it is 

Slammin' bones, throwin' licks, puttin' bitches in there clicks 

Kaze in this motherfuck down with Prophet click 

Clack, boom, doom, for you hats and you realas 

Mossberg slug to your grill you can feel this 

Trigger happy, nappy headed, set it don't you see me 

Project Pat is down but ain't no fuckin' damn fool we 

Ridin', drinkin', dankin', bodies stankin', I can smell it well 

And if them police pull us over I'm the first to bail 

Jackin' and packin' and takin' those fakin' ass bitches 

That thinkin' that all of us is red instead while I drop this track 

I flack, I'm ready, I'm straight from very bone 

To the motherfucka fall out on the floor see Triple 6, it's on 

Bitch every mud up in a source bone 

I don't wanna kill a motherfucker, betta get a motherfucker 

For talkin' that shit, uh, I don't wanna kill a motherfucker 

Betta get a motherfucker for crossin' my click, bitch 

Boogety boogety bang bang, nigga blew your brains 

On the motherfuckin' wood grain nigga 

Pullin' the trigga like uh die nigga, uh die nigga 

Motherfucker I'm K Roc, I dump the bodyparts into my trunk 

See me after Killa Klan, seein' that K Roc solo burn 

Makin' up in my green, Prophet Posse my nigga 

Gimme that forty glock and I'ma jump, pullin' the trigger 

I see traitors lookin' at playa hats fakin' while we blast our gat 

I don't know where you're at hey boy, I better witness a [unverified] 

If a nigga don't believe me, tricks afraid in front of the car 

To that ditch, I dumped all his bodyparts into my trunk