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    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
    Pur back on earth to destroy all workshipppers of peace
    Body bags and caskets may all godd cease
    Together they form an organization much stronger than the mafia
    First, Krayzie Bone AKA Leatherface The Sawed Off Gangsta
    Second, Layzie Bone AKA the Number One Assassin
    Third, Bizzy Bone AKA Rest In Peace
    Fourth, Wish Bone AKA Stratejacket nigga!

    Murda, murda, murda, murda

    Sold my soul ot the devil
    But I changed my mind now I want it back
    But he won't coorperate 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 salughter 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"

    Never praying at night
    Cause the heavens don't want me
    Sold my fuckin' soul so I can live through eternity
    Killin' at night and watching 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 using 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

    I'm corrupt and demented and I diminish by execution
    A savage of torture should've been kept in a instution
    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 an how to run this shit
    I had a fall out with satan, and called his son a bitch
    Repeating satanic verses but I changed the words now you worship me
    The gates of hell on fire shooting flames can't be worse, G

    Hell sent they call me RIP for a reason
    I'm on a road to see bloddy bodies just call me a demon
    It's the psychopathic maniac, manglin' ladies stick a grenade in they pussy
    The I start stranglin' babies
    See, it's death to all my enemies that's RIP only tactic
    But if by chance we kill each other our souls'll go at it
    See I'm doggin' the triple six it's death bt the sword
    I told satan that I'm killin' him trough the Ouija board

    Murda, murda, murda, murda

    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 " Damn that's foolish"
    Swig off the 40 of holy water and say "Y'all let's do this"
    Grabbed my click, gripped my dick
    Walked with my face to the groung chanting
    "Kill that motherfucka, now kill that motherfucka, now"
    Unloaded on his ass and dumped him in his Abyss
    And now his crew's on my dick because I'm Hell Sent

    I'm standing in Hell with the gauge ready to buck
    I'm coming 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
    Cause when niggas think of death the motherfuckas picture me

    Murda, murda, murda, murda

    Let me call up my posse
    We talkin' over the underground
    Yeah, satan and his boys the motherfuckas they going down
    Man I gotsta do it
    I ain't down for a hassle
    I kicked the gates into hell and started a roit 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 nigga is Hell Sent

    Now we're walking through satan's den
    The demons respected RIP
    I'm running this motherfucka, hell ain't shit
    A demon told me that Lucifer said meet him at the black hole
    I told him "I'ma be there ain't no bitch in my soul"
    And when I'm coming 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 bloddy bodies
    Rest In Peace is Hell Sent

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