[Intro: DJ Paul]
Aw, yeah
We finna get ready to bump that Smoked Out, Loced Out Part 2
Mystic Stylez, Three 6 Mafia in the hoe
We finna do this shiiiit

[Hook: Lord Infamous]
Mafia, Mafia, Mafia, Mafia
Mafia, Mafia, Mafia, Mafia
Mafia, Mafia, Mafia, Mafia
Mafia, Mafia, Mafia, Mafia

[Verse 1: Playa Fly]
Bustas get so dazed and amazed as Lil Fly enchants
Memories of "Smoked Out, Loced Out" bumped out as them demons dance
Playas lookin' wild, stole our style, Devil's in me so
Fly can get so violent, bustas silent when I'm on that blow
Enhance my skills that make me trill, trill enough to kill at will
Will I kill you? Fly will peel you off the map, that's all so real
Don't you mothasuckas often wonder what to call this shit?
Hmm, call it Mystic Stylez, 'cause Fly's style so mystic, bitch

[Verse 2: MC Mack]
The pimpin' Mack is kickin' it with the click that's known as Triple 6
Don't bar no lemon busta n***as, we dont love 'em
And my trunk is where I stuff 'em
Suckas run they liquor, I deliver, n***a, hollow thangs
Ain't got no feelin's when im killin' cluckers, best to duck for cover
I come with a chrome yawk and makin' hoes pay the cost
Infared to ya head, full of lead, yawkin' lames
You can betcha bottom dollar that I'm spittin' game
N***as underestimate my pimpin', but Mack ain't trippin'
Sprayin', layin' skanky bitches to the canvas and bustas
Can I manage
[Bridge: Lord Infamous]
Mystic Styles of the ancient mutilations
Torture chambers filled with corpses in my basement
Feel the wrath of the fuckin' devilition
Three 6 Mafia: creation of Satan

[Verse 3: Gangsta Boo]
My styles are slick, yo' body, bitch, that I will chop in pieces
No fuckin' clue to the 5-0 click, no fuckin' witnesses, and
They only saw the mask of Jason that I had on my face
The scandalous bitch is so-so slick, that's why I got away safe
I blaze a blunt up in the air, just to relax, and get high
The moon is full, and all I see is 6-6-6 in the sky
The Three 6 Mafia, Da Devil's Daughter bitch is so wild
Whatever you bitches are doin', you cannot compare to my mystic styles

[Verse 4: La Chat]
I'm creepin' up on these hoes with the mothafuckin' shotgun
My n***a with the 9's, showin' these bitches they can't get none
Whoopin' and dumpin' and stompin'
And doggin' these bitches with animosity
Pimpin' and breakin' and cakin' these n***as
'Cause these hoes can't fuck wit me
La Chat got the gat, creepin' up from the back
Chrome tone, now it's on, never love a n***a John
'Cause I'm a crazy bitch, cuttin' off n***as dicks
Man, ho takin' these n***as, gotta keep it rich
Bitches be runnin' they mouth about this female they don't know about
Suckas be talkin' that shit, I'm puttin' these funky n***as on the house
[Verse 5: Crunchy Black]
Mystic Styles in my head as I smoke on a blunt
Yo' Crunchy Black, the demon child has a mean ass stun
I had to buck you, hoe, runnin' yo' mouth with that weak ass shit
You need to keep it closed, trick, before you get yo' wig split
The candle light, the demon night is what it have to be
Another problem for the folks on Unsolved Mysteries
You thought I was dead, naw instead, I just faked on yo' ass
And now I'm back with the mask and I'm ready to blast

[Verse 6: Koopsta Knicca]
Now tell me somethin' has emerged
We return against legions of demons
Koopsta Knicca finna rip 'em in plenty dread
Buck 'em dead with my Smith & Wesson
Bitch, you livin', now you cowards waitin' to bite our fuckin' style
Reap his legs, cut him down, bitch, we massive in this town
N***as bound to break you somethin' off of in the house of torture
Steppin' up to the Koopsta, bitch that - that wicked witch of horror
Horror, the chambers, the daemons that came up
To feed on your soul, 'fore we live on yo' anger, now your life's in danger

[Verse 7: Lord Infamous]
Evil
Notice the murderous vocalist Infamous rippin' up all of your hoe shit
Approachin' the Scarecrow will butcher and tearin' up n***as with double the lyrical dopeness
They go through the lyrical legacy, let the Lord Infamous light up the melody
Every n***a that try to compare with the Triple 6 Mafia won't get through therapy
When you walk through the wilderness, be very quiet, Lord Infamous might be out stalkin'
I suggest you watch out for the booby traps, mane, 'cause the Scarecrow is out there, yeah, only for huntin'
Special thanks to my brother Phil Dunigan, Rest in Peace, he taught me 'bout these mean streets
And so therefore, n***a, you don't wanna come deal with the mafia, we'll drop you deep down beneath
The killa imperial, black miracle from the bloody pacific
Scarecrow will flow to the end of infinity with the style that's mystic
[Verse 8: Juicy J]
Deep when we creep, take yo' last breath
Roll up yo' tombstone, smoke a blunt of death
Beware, the Juice'll leave you funky hoes in terror
And scared of the Mystic Styles of them Three 6 Devils
Whoever step up to this click, then ya doomed
Cruel with my harpoon, straight through yo' heart, fool
Soon, I'll have you in a trance, swearin', hearin' evil chants
Two knives stuck down in my pants, bustas do not stand a chance

[Verse 9: DJ Paul]
See, I'm a cold hearted killer, like murderer Al Capone
Strong as thousand mile winds, and quick to break ya bones
A Glock 19-95 will cause a earlier death
You walkin' Triple 6 streets, so fool, watch your step
We all about makin' that cheese, we gotta stay straight, mane
Robbin' and workin' these hoes, fool, it ain't no thang
I even got virgins servin' for me in some other nations
Pimpin' so hard that I got locked down for some tax evasion
Killers and thieves is all I ever had the pleasure to meet
A rusty ass Tec 9'll make ya hit your knee
I'm tryin to keep from blastin' off my mothafuckin' balls
By the one in the chamber of the Glock I got in my draws
I got my cap to the side, watchin' my fuckin' back
My dogs across the street in the grass when I'm sweatin' the track
Satan worshipper or thug'll be my profile, read my file
I been a mean child for a while within the Mystic Stylez

[Outro: DJ Paul, Juicy J, Playa Fly, (Gangsta Boo), (LaChat), (Koopsta Knicca), Lord Infamous]
Aw, yeah, it's like this for the '95
Just like last year, you can't fuck with us
Biaaaatch!
Butt-Head: Hehe, you dumbass
{Beavis & Butt-Head laughing}
Yeah, Juicy "J" aka the Juice up in this bitch, and I'm out
Yeah, this Lil' Fly up in this mothafucka
Straight from Funkytown, ho
(Gangsta Boo in this mothafucka, you know what I'm sayin'?
Kickin' these satanic verses, I'm out, ho)
*laughing*
(This LaChat up in this mothafucka, tellin' all these hoes
Take they anna on to the floor, I'm out)
(Shit, Koopsta Knicca up in this bi'r'tch with that evil shi'r't)
Yeah, DJ Paul up in this mothafucka
Da Killaman, Prophet Entertainment in this ho
Lord Infamous, Da Scarecrow in this mothafucka
The mystical one n***a