Lyrical Breakdown of Hell Sent - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Hell Sent" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Bone Thugs-n-Harmony weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Hell Sent" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
- Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Bone Thugs-n-Harmony employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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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
(Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha)
(Ha, ha, ha, ha)
Straight from the burning flames of hell
A place where all assassins dwell
Put 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
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 am 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 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 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 muthafucker
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 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 groung 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 talkin' over the underground
Yeah, Satan and his boys the motherfuckers
They going down
Man I gotta 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 kingdom
'Cause 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'm a 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 Satan