Letras
One, two, Bone is coming for you
Three, four, better lock your 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
Put back on the Earth to destroy all worshipers of the peace
Body bags and caskets and they all good seats
Together they form an organization much stronger than the mafia
First, Krayzie Bone AKA Leather-face The Sawed Off Gangsta
Second, Layzie Bone AKA the Number One Assassin
Third, Bizzy Bone AKA Rest In Peace
Fourth, Wish Bone AKA Straight-Jacket Nigga
Murda, murda, murda, murda
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 Straight-jacket, 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 motherfucker"
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 12 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 straight is sick, the devil's who you're fuckin' with
Murda, murda, murda, murda
I'm corrupt and demented, and not diminished 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 mutherfucker
Learned the devil's tricks, and how to run this shit
I had a fall-out with Satan, and called him son of 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 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 will l 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
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 I'm 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 ground, chanting
"Kill that motherfucker, now, kill that motherfucker, 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 motherfuckers picture me
Murda, murda, murda, murda
Let me call up my posse, we takin' over the underground
Yeah, Satan and his boys the motherfuckers they going down
Man, I gots to 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 people to live? Then you'll forever pay me rent
To stay in my kingdom because a nigga is Hell Sent
Now we're walking through Satan's den, the Demons respected RIP
I'm running this motherfucker, 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 bloody bodies, Rest In Peace is Hell Sent