Fuckin' Wit Dis Click Lyrics - Mystic Stylez - Three 6 Mafia

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) 

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 fuck with this 

You don't wanna fuck with this 

Therefore all you clicks and you clans 

And you crews fuckin', fuckin' with this click 

And we gonna bring it to your ass 

Therefore all you clicks and you clans 

And you crews fuckin', fuckin' with this click 

And we gonna bring it to your ass 

Therefore all you clicks and you clans 

And you crews fuckin', fuckin' with this click 

And we gonna bring it to your ass 

Therefore all you clicks and you clans 

And you crews fuckin', fuckin' with this click 

And we gonna bring it to your ass 

Man for what any crime I swear I'll 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 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 

Every time I sees you slippin' 

I go into a my Mac-10 

(Mac-10) 

Victims of my devil's playground 

Come burn with me until the end 

Therefore all you clicks and you clans 

And you crews fuckin', fuckin' with this click 

And we gonna bring it to your ass 

Therefore all you clicks and you clans 

And you crews fuckin', fuckin' with this click 

And we gonna bring it to your ass 

Therefore all you clicks and you clans 

And you crews fuckin', fuckin' with this click 

And we gonna bring it to your ass 

Therefore all you clicks and you clans 

And you crews fuckin', fuckin' with this click 

And we gonna bring it to your ass 

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 separate 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 restore 

Split wrists with needles 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 schizophrenic 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 frighting, 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 parallelizations 

Got no patience when I'm chasin' down a patient 

Tryin' to thwart assassination 

Therefore all you clicks and you clans 

And you crews fuckin', fuckin' with this click 

And we gonna bring it to your ass 

Therefore all you clicks and you clans 

And you crews fuckin', fuckin' with this click 

And we gonna bring it to your ass 

Therefore all you clicks and you clans 

And you crews fuckin', fuckin' with this click 

And we gonna bring it to your ass 

Therefore all you clicks and you clans 

And you crews fuckin', fuckin' with this click 

And we gonna bring it to your ass 

I'm on a cross loose up off these cut me free 

(Cut me free) 

I'll draw your portrait if you put me down on my feet 

(Down on my feet) 

My cross turns upside down and finally I'm loose 

I flip the land and released up of some 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 click 

And Hell take 'em under 

Bitch, now never