| Lyrics: | (Intro)
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!
(Chorus)
Murda, murda, murda, murda
(Krayzie)
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"
(Wish)
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
(Chorus)
Murda, murda, murda, murda-aca |
