Bodyparts 2 Songtext
von Three 6 Mafia

Yeah we back up in this muthafucker
Prophet muthafuckin′ Posse hoe
Three 6 mafia M Child
A whole bunch of muthafuckers
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 muthafuckin' suckers
Thinkin' that I′m for the 9-7
Once again it′s on
Bout to pull yo' muthafuckin′ ass in bitch

Woow woow woow woow woow woo


Now when they comes to the hood
I be like black in my zone
Now when it comes to parts of the body
I got more than autozone
In the middle of fashion I got to keep it like rockin'
And people callin′ it green
That smoke how much I like it
Again it's up to him
I need to let some shots off
And DJ Paul with Teflon also take that bulletproof off
But when they jump, I pump
To put some murderin′ punks
And then I dump all his bodyparts into my trunk

Scarecrow
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 crips
You got no heart
You niggas run from the start
I want to fill my fuckin' backyard with your bodyparts


Wussup 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 highin′
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, stay so so trill
You ain't no killer
My niggas leave a schedule
Go to sleep
Sleepin′ with the lights on, hoe you cautious of me
Me and about 80 mo' muthafuckers who coming'
Throwin′ 5 billion (?)
While your bitch ass runnin′
We be the Prophet definition meanin' click so tight
M-Child, Orange Mound, smokin′ out every night

I met this fool last week
Who said he slangin' double keys
Also had a group of bustin′ all tall and some like, 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 be chippin′ up my bag of herbs
(?) 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 at your gut
Scan from the Killer 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
Which ever you choose you lose, you lose

First Time on the maximum, don't be a trick
To see them haters talk shit but they don′t know the deal
Dope seller
BHZ's where I dwell-ah
They looked into the barrel of my chin black Barretta
Ratta-tatta is all you heard
To see you niggas comin' up
In the one to splurge
But watch the game
Cause you don′t got no friends
Droop-Drew Drew Dog self made to the end

Check this here
Niggas will, rob and steal, mob and kill
And it feel
They don′t feel
What I feel, then I fill
Them buck will
Bullet lead two to the head
Then I lay them in graves
That I dig
Just for them
Yes it is

Slammin' bones, throwin′ leaks
Puttin' bitches in there clicks
Kaze in this muthafuck
Down we Prophet click
Clack boom doom for you hatas 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 them well
And if the 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 them, I'm straight from very bone
To the muthafucker filin' out
I′m the first
See Triple 6, It′s on
Bitch every mud up in a source bone
I don't wanna kill a motha, betta get a muthafucker for talkin′ that shit
Huh, I don't wanna kill a muthafucker, betta get a muthafucker for
Crossin′ my click bitch
Boogety boogety bang bang nigga blew your brains
On the muthafuckin' wood grain nigga
Pullin′ the trigga like uhh die nigga uhh die nigga

Muthafucker
I'm K Roc I dump but what I see in my trunk
See me after Killer Klan
Seein' that K Roc solo burn
Makin′ up in my green
Prophet Posse my niggas
Gimme that forty glock
In my return I′m pullin' my trigga (boom)
I see traitors lookin′ at playa hatas
Fakin' while we blast our gat
I don′t know you're ahh
But hata I better witness a blast
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