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letra de hell sent - b.o.n.e. enterpri$e

(intro)
1, 2, bone is coming for you
3, 4, better lock the doors
5, 6, better load your clips
1, 8, we’re gonna test your fate
9, 10, we’re out to k!ll again

straight from the burning flames of h-ll
a place where all -ss-ssins dwell
put back on earth to destroy all worshippers of peace
body bags and caskets and they all good seats
together they form an organization much stronger than the mafia
first, krayzie bone aka leatherface the sawed off gangsta
second, layzie bone aka the #1 -ss-ssin
third, bizzy bone aka r.i.p
fourth, wish bone aka straight jacket n-gga!

(chorus)
murder, murder, murder, murder

(krayzie)
sold my soul to the devil but i changed my mind now i want it back
but he won’t co-orperate so now it’s time to jack
called r.i.p and straight jacket #1 -ss-ssin is fully strapped
we belled through h-ll 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 salughter the b-tches
yo, but wouldn’t you know satan went out like a sucka
so i left a message in blood “to be continued motherf-cka”

(wish)
never praying at night cause the heavens don’t want me
sold my f-ckin’ soul so i can live through eternity
k!llin’ at night and watching victims in the daylight
a demon on the rise, and i’m sn-tchin’ your f-ckin’ life
been shot with a twelve gauge i died and made front page
the devil sent me back and now i’m using the same gauge
k!llin’ like a maniac, livin’ like a lunatic
some would say the straight is sick the devils who you’re f-ckin with

(chorus)
murder, murder, murder, murder

(layzie)
i’m corrupt and demented, and not diminished by execution
a savage of torture should’ve been kept in a inst-tution
been shot in the head i ain’t go out like a sucka
but i still died went to h-ll and just took over the m-th-f-cka
learned the devil’s tricks an how to run this sh-t
i had a fall out with satan, and called his son a b-tch
repeating satanic verses but i changed the words now you worship me
the gates of h-ll on fire shooting flames can’t be worse, g

(bizzy)
h-ll sent they call me r.i.p. for a reason
i’m on a road to see bl–dy bodies just call me a demon
it’s the psychopathic maniac, manglin’ ladies stick a grenade
in they p-ssy the i start stranglin’ babies
see, it’s death to all my enemies that’s rip only tactic
but if by chance we k!ll each other our souls’ll go at it
see i’m d-gg-n’ the triple six it’s death by the sword
i told satan that i’m k!llin’ him through the ouija board

(chorus)
murder, murder, murder, murder

(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
drinking brews and im thinking ” d-mn that’s foolish”
swig off the 40 of holy water and say “y’all let’s do this”
grabbed my cl1ck, gripped my d-ck
walked with my face to the groung chanting
“k!ll that motherf-cka, now k!ll that motherf-cka, now”
unloaded on his -ss and dumped him in his abyss
and now his crew’s on my d-ck because i’m h-ll sent

(wish)
i’m standing in h-ll with the gauge ready to buck
i’m coming for satan and my intentions is to f-ck him up
ain’t been in the church they say “no demons on holy dirt”
i’m f-ckin satan’s b-tches he got mad and called body work
a lynchin’ ain’t sh-t compared to what i’m a give ya
i’m born and raised in h-ll and b-tch i’m sent here to k!ll ya
i’m rosemary’s baby there’s no more evil like me
cause when n-ggas think of death the motherf-ckas picture me

(chorus)
murder, murder, murder, murder

(layzie)
let me call up my posse we takin’ over the underground
yeah, satan and his boys the motherf-ckas they going down
man, i gotsta do it i ain’t down for a h-ssle
i kicked the gates into h-ll 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 people to live then you’ll forever pay me rent
to stay in my knigdom because a n-gga is h-ll sent

(bizzy)
now we’re walking through satan’s den the demons respected r.i.p
i’m running this motherf-cka, h-ll ain’t sh-t
a demon told me that lucifer said meet him at the black hole
i told him “i’ma be there ain’t no b-tch in my soul”
and when i’m coming for your -ss ain’t no need to run
because i’m so f-ckin’ ruthless i made the devil go buy a gun
until we go at it, the rip still won’t repent an appet-te for bl–dy bodies
r.i.p. is h-ll sent

- b o n e enterprie

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