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