Hell Sent
Bone Enterpri$e
Produced Bone Enterpri$e

-Bone-Intro-
One, Two/ Bone is coming for you/ Three, Four/ Better lock the doors/ Five, Six/ Better load your clips/ Seven, Eight/ We're gonna test your fate/ Nine, Ten/ We're out to kill again

-Devil-
{Devilish laugh} Straight from the burning flames of Hell, a place where all assassins dwell. Put back on the Earth to destroy all worshippers of peace.�Body bags and caskets, may all good cease. Together they form an organization much stronger than the mafia. First; Krayzie Bone A.K.A. Leathaface, The Sawed-off Gangsta/ Second; Layzie Bone A.K.A. The Number One Assassin/ Third; Bizzy Bone A.K.A. Rest In Peace/ Fourth; Wish Bone A.K.A. Strate Jacket, nigga!

-Bone-Chorus-
Murda, murda/ Murda, murda

-Krayzie Bone-
Sold my soul to the Devil, but I changed my mind now I want it back/ But he won't co-operate, so now it's time to jack/�Called RIP and Strate Jacket/ Number One Assassin is fully strapped/ We bailed through Hell in khakis, loc's, and black skully caps/ So Satan called his posse full of demons and witches, we met up at the Abyss ready to slaughter the bitches, yo/ But wouldn't you know, Satan went out like a sucker so I left a message in blood, "To be continued, mother fucker."

-Wish Bone-
Never prayin' at night cause the Heaven's don't want me/�Sold my fuckin' soul so I can live through Eternity/ Killin' at night and watchin' victims in the daylight/ A demon on the rise, snatchin' your fuckin' life/�Been shot with a 12 gauge, I died and made front page/ The Devil sent me back and now I'm usin' the same gauge/ Killin' like a maniac, livin' like a lunatic/�Some would say the Strate is sick, the Devil's who you're fuckin' with

-Chorus-

-Layzie Bone-
I'm corrupt and demented and I diminish by execution/ A savage of torture, should've been kept in a institution/�Been shot in the head, I ain't go out like a sucka/ But I still died, went to Hell and just took over the mother fucker/�Learned the Devil's tricks on how to run this shit/�I had a fall out with Satan, and called his son a bitch/ Repeatin' Satanic verses, but I changed the words, now you worship me/ The Gates of Hell on fire shootin' flames can't be worser, G

-Bizzy Bone-
Hell sent, they call me RIP for a reason,�I'm on a road to see bloody bodies, just call me a demon/�It's the psychopathic maniac, manglin' ladies, stick a grenade in they pussy then I start stranglin' babies see/ It's death to all my enemies, that's RIP's only tactic/ But if by chance we kill each other then our souls'll go at it see/ I'm doggin' the triple six, it's death by the sword/ I told Satan that I'm killin' him through the Ouija board

-Chorus-

-Krayzie Bone-
Pick up the phone, the war is on/ So get your weapons/ RIP just spotted the Devil around the corner from Heaven with his crew, drinkin' 'brews, and I'm thinkin', "Damn, that's foolish." �Swig off the forty of holy water, and say, "Y'all, let's do this." �Grabbed my click, gripped my dick, walked with my face to the ground chantin' "Kill that mother fucker now. Kill that mother fucker now." �Unloaded on his ass and dumped him in the Abyss, and now his crew's on my dick because I'm Hell sent

-Wish Bone-

-Chorus-

-Layzie Bone-
Let me call up my posse,�we takin' over the underground/ Yeah, Satan and his boys, them mother fuckers they goin' down, man, I gotsta do it, I ain't down for a hassle/ I kicked the gates in to Hell, and started a riot in Satan's castle/�I'm sick of this war/ Now check it, something has got to give/�We stormed to the back and we took demons as hostages/ You want your peoples to live,�then you'll forever pay me rent to stay in my kingdom because a nigga is Hell sent

-Bizzy Bone-
Now we're walkin' through Satan's den,�the demons respected RIP/�I'm runnin' this mother fucker, Hell ain't shit/�A demon told me that Lucifer said meet him at the black hole/�I told him I'm a be there, ain't no bitch in my soul/�And when I'm comin for your ass, ain't no need to run/ Because I'm so fuckin' ruthless I made the Devil go buy a gun/ Until we go at it, the RIP still won't repent/ An appetite for bloody bodies, Rest In Peace is Hell sent
Recorded for the Bone Enterpri$e album Faces of Death

Contains a sample from "Moments In Love" by Art of Noize

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