CANTANTE: Bone Thugs N Harmony

TITULO:Sent Hell

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 assassins 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 assassin.
Third, bizzy bone, a.k.a., rest in peace.
Fourth, wi$h bone, a.k.a., stratejacket, nigga!

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 assassin 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 bitches, yo, but
Wouldn't you know, satan went out like a sucka, so i left a message in
Blood, to be continued, muthafucka.

Wish:
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.
[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
Muthafucka. 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:
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 rips 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.
[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', 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:
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'm a give ya. i'm
Born and raised in hell and bitch, i'm sent here to kill ya. i'm rosemary's
Baby. there's no more evil like me, 'caus