Three 6 Mafia Slippin' Lyrics

Chorus x3
Evertime I see you slippin'
I go and reach for my mac 10
Victims of my devils playground

(Koopsta Knicca)
Damn I'm about to bust a cap up in these trizees Chris
I'm thinkin' deadly yet I'm scopin' with that infarred
Kickin' it with the hardest click
Leavin' bodies rottin' up in them ditches
Man what's a ( ? ) when my tongue hits like a ton of brizicks
Koops not concerned
I let you burn and burn and burn
Everything in the prophecy has been demonically read
So I learned
Deep in the morgue
Lie corps in the quateras
They wanna face in a line of order
Can you place this shit When you crawled up on the red man
You bounce set up in this bitch
( ? ) thinkin'
Though my dreams I hear little kids screamin
Poor preachers I waited for hangin'
Which got me like bored in the psycho ward like daily
The 6-6-6 mystery man
Is takin' me straight to insanity
Could it be a dimension of witches that bring out the voices
That issue more tragedies
The seas of cries
Will soon be turning
Your f*ckin' life over
Left the priest and island bleeding on four leaf clover
Then I crinkle enough of these slugs
( ? ) I'd rather be mugged to drink up a pint of his blood

Chorus x1