B.O.N.E. Enterprise Hell Sent Lyrics

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.

[Laughing.]

Straight from the burning flames of Hell, a place where all a__assins dwell, put back on 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., Leatherface the Sawed-off Gangsta.
Second, Layzie Bone, a.k.a., the Number One a__assin.
Third, Bizzy Bone, a.k.a., Rest In Peace.
Fourth, Wi$h Bone, a.k.a., Stratejacket, n____!

Murda, murda, murda, murda.

[Backwards: Bone Enterpri$e--Hell Sent.]

Krayzie:
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 a__assin is fully strapped. We belled through Hell in khakis, 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 b____es, yo, but wouldn't you know, Satan went out like a sucka, so I left a message in blood, To be continued m____fucka.

Wish:
Never prayin' at night, 'cause the Heavens don't want me. Sold my f___in' soul so I can live through Eternity. Killin' at night, and watchin' victims in the daylight. A demon on the rise, and I'm s_____in' your f___in' 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 f___in' with.

Murda, murda, murda, murda.
[Backwards: Bone Enterpri$e--Hell Sent.]

Layzie:
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 m____fucka. Learned the Devil's tricks on how to run this s___. I had a fall-out with Satan, and called his son a b____, 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:
Hell sent, they call me RIP for a reason. I'm on a road to see b_____ bodies, just call me a demon. It's the psychopathic maniac, manglin' ladies, stick a grenade in they p____, then I start stranglin' babies. See, it's death to all my enemies, that's RIPs only tactic, but if by chance we kill each other then our souls'll go at it. See, I'm d_____' 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.
[Backwards: Bone Enterpri$e--Hell Sent.]

Krayzie:
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', d___, that's foolish. Swig off the forty of holy water, and say, Y'all, let's do this. Grabbed my click, gripped my d___, walked with my face to the ground, chantin';Kill that m____fucka, now, kill that m____fucka, now! Unloaded on his a__ and dumped him in the Abyss, and now his crew's on my d___ because I'm Hell sent.

Wish:
I'm standing in Hell with the gauge ready to buck. I'm comin' for Satan, and my intentions is to f___ him up. Ain't been in the church-they say, No demons on holy dirt. I'm f___in 'Satan's b____es. He got mad and called body work, a lynchin ain't s___, compared to what I'm a give ya. I'm born and raised in Hell and b____, I'm sent here to kill ya. I'm Rosemary's baby. There's no more evil like me, 'cause when n____s think of death, the m____fuckas picture me.

Murda, murda, murda, murda.
[Backwards: Bone Enterpri$e--Hell Sent.]

Layzie:
Let me call up my posse. We takin' over the underground. Yeah, Satan and his boys, the m____fuckas they going down. Man, I gotsta 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, 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 n____ is Hell sent.

Bizzy:
Now we're walkin through Satan's den. The demons respected RIP. I'm runnin this m____fucka, Hell ain't s___. A demon told me that Lucifer said meet him at the black hole. I told him I'm a be there; ain't no b____ in my soul! And when I'm comin for your a__, ain't no need to run, because I'm so f___in ruthless I made the Devil go buy a gun. Until we go at it, the RIP still won't repent. An appetite for b_____ bodies, Rest In Peace is Hell sent.

[Backwards: Bone Enterpri$e--Hell Sent.]