Playa Hataz

This for all you, this for all you, this for all you
 This for all you playa hataz who be talkin' that shit
 This for all you, this for all you, this for all you
 This for all you playa hataz who be talkin' that shit
 Demonic mind, why must I love to take so many lives?
 Why do I leave them suffering lying there to die?
 Why do I send their mother pictures? Just to watch her cry
 Why does the Devil use me to commit these evil crimes?
 Why must I inflict all these multiple stab wounds?
 I'm grabbing the butcher knife
 How come I must torture and paralyze victims
 Before I'm truly satisfied?
 I cannot stop tryin' to prove to myself
 That I am a weaponry master
 So I seem to keep stocking with silencers
 Bodies are scattered all over the pasture
 Playa hatin' fools, for you fools, I got them tools
 Tools like the Glock 19, blastin' on the scene
 Somethin' like a nightmare in your dreams
 Mean with them guns, you can't run, leavin' bodies numb
 H to the K, one I spray, Juicy J bar none
 I'm always hearin' shit about my niggas in the Three 6 Mafia
 Prophet Entertainment on the rise, bitch
 You fools don't know when I roll up on ya, I will have to spray ya
 This goes out to the mothafuckas who doubt, jealous playa hataz
 This for all you, this for all you, this for all you
 This for all you playa hataz who be talkin' that shit
 This for all you, this for all you, this for all you
 I hold your head down and I buck you like a convict, bitch (Talkin' that shit)
 This for all you, this for all you, this for all you
 This for all you playa hataz who be talkin' that shit
 This for all you, this for all you, this for all you
 I hold your head down and I buck you like a convict, bitch (Talkin' that shit)
 This goes out to all you suckas, playa hatin' mothafuckas
 Jealousy is in you bustas, ho, you know I'm really bumpin'
 Triple Six is blastin' bitches, robbin' riches, that's the scoop
 Playa hatin' mothafucka, hate the shit by Gangsta Boo
 Nigga, just remember all the killas just ain't in yo' hood
 Triple Six is all around yo' ass now, hoe, I wish you would
 Test this fuckin' playa, playa hataz better listen close
 Now go run for help, my .32 will bring you to the floor
 Steppin' up out the house, fresh black Jordans on my feet
 I'm trippin' out off of some rumors, some bustas said I got killed last week
 But the Devils don't die, just get high, fool you don't even not hear me though
 And if it's true, then it's the resurrection of the Three 6 Mafia, h'izz'oe
 Let me break it down 'fore the rumor starts, who forced those untrue lips to go 'round?
 Plenty clowns we gun down, Jakers live not in the M-Town, yeah
 But there's some playa hatin' goin' on, so I gotta, kinda like stay str'izz'ap
 Another fresh paint job on the Chevy thang, Octavo's
 .44 steel on my m'izz'at
 This for all you, this for all you, this for all you
 This for all you playa hataz who be talkin' that shit (Talkin' that shit)
 This for all you, this for all you, this for all you
 I hold your head down and I buck you like a convict, bitch (Talkin' that shit)
 This for all you, this for all you, this for all you
 This for all you playa hataz who be talkin' that shit