Lyrical Breakdown of Hit A Mothafucka - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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• Lyric Overview: Witness how Three 6 Mafia weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Hit A Mothafucka" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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I bet you won't Hit a motherfucker, hit a motherfucker (bitch) Hit a motherfucker, hit a motherfucker I bet you won't Push a motherfucker, push a motherfucker (hoe) Push a motherfucker, push a motherfucker I bet you won't Hit a motherfucker, hit a motherfucker (bitch) Hit a motherfucker, hit a motherfucker I bet you won't Push a motherfucker, push a motherfucker (hoe) Push a motherfucker, push a motherfucker I bet you won't This ain't no game, we bring the pain So don't you niggas trip Fall in the club with all them thugs and 'bout five extra clips Deep always deep is how we come 'cause we ain't no joke So when you hoes talk all this shit, we gonna cut ya throat And let you choke right out the door, the Three 6 Mafia game Now if I was pullin' a fucking gun, we also throw them thangs Don't hit that white and wanna fight act like you crazy man We know you niggas just some hoes, we let our nuts hang I wanna crack your mind, I wanna get you hypnotized 'Cause know this scarecrow keep a mystic type of visionary rhyme You may not capture the essence 'Cause we young, my time, my flex It's a futuristic anarchistic mega plisto plex I rack up many shots 'cause on my run colegri pop I make sure they get so wild, they bustin' caps up on the spot All around the planet rock, the ghetto blocks don't stop My nigga gotta take a deep breath A keep blowin' 'til they drop I bet you won't Hit a motherfucker, hit a motherfucker (bitch) Hit a motherfucker, hit a motherfucker I bet you won't Push a motherfucker, push a motherfucker (hoe) Push a motherfucker, push a motherfucker I bet you won't Hit a motherfucker, hit a motherfucker (bitch) Hit a motherfucker, hit a motherfucker I bet you won't Push a motherfucker, push a motherfucker (hoe) Push a motherfucker, push a motherfucker I bet you won't We ain't going to stop until some damn fools die up in the audience Word up, push them to the floor Put your foot in his guts example watch a fool get trampled Shoot a pistol in the air, make it so security can't handle The crowd, they gotta ru-rush before a few gonna get crushed Crush crush, we got it buck buck (The Three 6) And when the shows over I want to see nothing but bodies On the floor everybody know Three 6 rock the parties I heard through the streets that a nigga has said, something about that nigga I think his name was Crunchy Black But I walk up to his house, I knocked up on his door When he came to the door then I hit him in the mouth And I knocked him on the floor Then I hit him and hit him some more Then I told that fucking boy Shouldn't of ran his mouth about the motherfucking prophet boys 'Cause the prophet boys we hypnotizing all of y'all Gonna tie a rope around yo throat and drag you like a dog I bet you won't Hit a motherfucker, hit a motherfucker (bitch) Hit a motherfucker, hit a motherfucker I bet you won't Push a motherfucker, push a motherfucker (hoe) Push a motherfucker, push a motherfucker I bet you won't Why you smilin' in my face Why you talks behind my back Hitting you up hitting you down when I start to attack Never can't be fade 'Cause this lady roll with right click Now I'm talking shit Call me misses mob bitch Smoking Optimos on you hoes by my damn self Never hanging with you skanks 'Cause I'm bad for your health Playa haters out you stars pullin' cars bout' yourself Leave you stanking like some fart under the sheets, hold your breath G my celle sweat in 'em Reeboks But look at the I sport not Not even my pops out on the block Won't front me skate socks See I call up then niggas operator tellin' me they Were scared with you up on that house that I'm in hell Looking out there See you tellin' always tails who freezy's always mails Mane, mane don't listen How she really cares bout' her hair Here he thinks he stabs around a hoe round' I bet you won't Hit a motherfucker, hit a motherfucker (bitch) Hit a motherfucker, hit a motherfucker I bet you won't Push a motherfucker, push a motherfucker (hoe) Push a motherfucker, push a motherfucker I bet you won't Hit a motherfucker, hit a motherfucker (bitch) Hit a motherfucker, hit a motherfucker I bet you won't Push a motherfucker, push a motherfucker (hoe) Push a motherfucker, push a motherfucker