Lyrics: BONE Enterpri$e: Faces Of Death: Hell Sent
BONE Enterpri$e
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
Straight from the burning flames of Hell. A place where all assassins dwell. Put back on Earth to destroy all worshipers 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. Leatherface 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. Stratejacket, nigga.
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 cooperate
So now it’s time to jack
Called RIP and Stratejacket
Number One Assassin is fully strapped
We bailed through Hell in khaki, locs, 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 sucka
So I left a message in blood
“To be continued, motherfucka”
Wish Bone
Never prayin’ at night ’cause the Heavens 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
And I’m snatchin’ your fuckin’ life
Been shot with a twelve 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
Murda
Murda
Murda
Murda
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 motherfucka
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
Murda
Murda
Murda
Murda
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 muthafucka now. Kill that muthafucka, 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
I’m standing in Hell with the gauge ready to buck
I’m comin’ for Satan and my intentions is to fuck him up
Ain’t been in the church
They say, “No demons on holy dirt.”
I’m fuckin ‘Satan’s bitches
He got mad and called body work
A lynchin ain’t shit
Compared to what I’ma give you
I’m born and raised in Hell
And bitch I’m sent here to kill you
I’m Rosemary’s baby
There’s no more evil like me
‘Cause when niggas think of death
The motherfuckas picture me
Murda
Murda
Murda
Murda
Layzie Bone
Let me call up my posse
We takin’ over the underground
Yeah Satan and his boys
The muthafuckas they goin’ down
Man I gots to do it
I ain’t down for a hassle
I kicked the gates into Hell
And started a riot in Satan’s castle
I’m sick of this war
Now check it
Somethin’ 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 motherfucka
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
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