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<Danny>
(knock knock) Yeah 1,2,1,2 let me get this tape recorder rolling Eh yeah this is eh Danny from Big Hair rock magazine, i'm here with Ice T, eh Ice can we ask you a few questions about the new Body Count album? <Ice> Yeah, what is it, what what wa's up wa's up wa's up? <Danny> On the last album we didn't really feel that the group was up to par with today's metal standards. <Ice> Yeah whatever you know you know it's our second album you know we tried to bring you know get real, you know make you feel it... <Danny> Yeah well, I didnt feel it, I thought the guitar plaing was like a daisicle, the vocals were sub-standard. <Ice> Yeah well dude you know like we tried our best, you know what I'm sayin', we we we've been around the world, we did a lot of good shows, and a lot of people liked that last album. <Danny> Yeah but I mean me personally, I've been a metal head for years, I grew up on rock roll and I just didn't feel it. <Ice> Eh, yeah dude I understand what you're trying to- <Danny> I mean to be honest Ice T, I don't even think you should be in rock any more, I I I I can't feel what you do. <Ice> Eh yeah I understand man, but you know you're not- <Danny> Look Ice, I just don't feel what you guys are doin'. <Ice> Yeah dude, feel this! (shoots twice) |
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from Body Count, Body Count - Violent Demise: The Last Days (1997)
Yo it's my way, no way,
get dumped on the highway. Buck, buck feel the blast from my gun spray. Yea, you're gettin drowned in the blood, a bug, thug, feel the cops catchin slugs. Yo, it's my way, I slay, I play, you stay down, you f**k around in my town, you drown. F**k you, f**k them, f**k that, we come back through, murderin your crew - what! You don't know shit about my lifestyle, it's buckwild, late night gunfights, three strikes, I'd rather fight. Caught in the street, ya get beat down ta raw meat, f**kin with me and the Breed, you'll soon bleed. Yeah, it's Raw Breed - BC killin overseas , droppin off rooftops, punks hang from trees. Night vision, incision, the opposition, It's never your decision. My way! You can't tell me jack shit, suck my dick, out my face with that drama, I'll kill your f**kin mama. Iller than a postal worker, born to murder, suckas in my face with that bullshit die quick. It's Bizarra, ha, cause mad horror, it's the dusted world of Bizarra. High on acid, the ghetto bastard, yo punk I'll put your ass in a casket. You in a world of shit, f**kin with the Syndicate, We pack full clips, and then we're done with it. Come with it, we get it on yo, you ain't lastin, demolishin, the demolishion. Piss on your grave, a killin craze. In your town right now on any stage. Who the f**k are you? Trying ta diss my crew? Who dies tonight bitch? - You! My way! I will do what I choose, and if I loose Well then I loose, My Way! This is my f**kin' life, and if I die Well then I die, My Way! |
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from Body Count, Body Count - Violent Demise: The Last Days (1997)
Suck the rangers dick , bring him to mothafuckin pain,
Suck the sheeys up my ass crack, act like my balls are full of oxygen and your drowning bitch, Play real, all that old im cute and, Bitch go get a basketball player, this is rock bitch |
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from Body Count, Body Count - Violent Demise: The Last Days (1997)
A porno star, you're in 3-D,
you're right in front of me, under the strobe lights, moving that ass right, lap dance, I'm 'bout to bust in my pants. Goddamn baby, take my money, take my life, I'll diss friends, I'll leave my wife. Every night I'm in the front row waitin. Contemplating, masturbating. Tell me what to do and it's done, You whisper in my ear tell me I'm the one, last night I think I gave you 15 hun, but as for a date, I can't get one. Strippers I want my dick sucked. Strippers I wanna bust a nut. (MONOLOGUE) CHORUS You're worse than a whore, you won't fuck. I wanna fuck you so damn bad I'll give you anything you want you can have my pad. Girl I'll kill for you, take my jewels, my cash. Just put that pussy on my dick and baby move that ass. Your tits are so fat, I wanna suck 'em dry Push your clit near my face, I just might try Stick that ass out, stick it out baby, you simulate your suckin my dick drives me crazy. I wanna ram it in your ass right now, tonight baby I think I gave ya damn near two thou, you push your puss on my dick you make my balls turn blue - Don't make me rape you. Strippers CHORUS |
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from Body Count, Body Count - Violent Demise: The Last Days (1997)
Lies, betrayal, lies
truth or death. Lies, betrayal, lies. Who the fuck can I trust the whole fuckin' world is built on deception, false perception, look you dead in the eye and lie, your best friend'll stab you in the back yo, what the fuck is that. Politicians lie, what the fuck is that your lover lies, what the fuck is that. The police lies, what the fuck is that the church fuckin' lies, what the fuck is that. CHORUS Somebody tell me where's the truth every holy book is written by man probably by a liar's hand and if you feel that public schools are teachin' truth to the youth, motherfucka you livin' a lie too. Lawyers lie, what the fuckis that doctorslie, what the fuck is that doctors lie, what the fuck is that your mother and father lie, what the fuck is that You lie to yourself yo, what the fuck is that There is no truth only varaiations of lies. Don't try to figure it out honesty is extinct and if it ever did exist the human race took it out. |
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from Body Count, Body Count - Violent Demise: The Last Days (1997)
Electrocution
Gassed Shot in the head Car crashed Overdosed Strangulation Burnt alive Violent demise You're goin down hard Violent demise Violent demise You're goin down hard Violent demise Decapitated Drowned Assassinated Gunned down Stabbed in the neck Suicide Buried alive Violent demise CHORUS Live your life, you probably won't live to see 25. Those trusted to protect you will get you. Watch your back you still die. Every man must die, we walk around in this illusion called life. You gotta go for it now there's no time, there's no time. Violent demise Mutilated Hit Poisoned to death Skull split Disemboweled Skinned Spikes in your eyes Violent demise CHORUS |
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from Body Count, Body Count - Violent Demise: The Last Days (1997)
The moment I laid eyes on you
I knew a close encounter was inevitable Now we're alone Your eyes staring deep into my soul Together we sit in darkness You know I want you Your voice sounds like a God in head You know I am you Don't ask my name, it don't matter at all You know that love just ain't my style I feel the heat of your lust in the air We have no choices left As you walk into the vampire's eyes Let me bring it to pain You say your love is a spiritual thing I hear you You lick your lips like a lioness I fear you You touch me and my blood runs cold Am I the hunter or hunted? God put us here together tonight You can't escape fate Let me bring it to pain My tongue journeys deep inside you Your juices arouse me I am your slave tonight and forever Dominate me, rape me Your orgasm so wild, it's a trip We cum together as one You say you gotta have it hard and rough Is this rough enough? Let me bring it to pain |
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I loved her with my heart and soul,
gave her everything diamonds and gold. She stabbed me in the back, fucked my friends, partied in my house, bitch wrecked my benz. I used to love her she did me wrong, now she's gone. I trusted her with cash and jewels, she laughed in my face, called me a fool. The love I gave to her was in vain. Now I think it's time to return the pain. I came home one night, she was in my bed with my best friend giving him head. What really pissed me off about this shit, the bitch had never even sucked my dick. CHORUS |
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from Body Count, Body Count - Violent Demise: The Last Days (1997)
I love you, and will always love you.
When I'm without you I feel so alone. When I was young I didn't know you existed, but introduced to you still as a child. Mom and dad used to fight about you each night, to obtain you wasn't easy for certain types. As I grew too many friends died over you, I didn't have you so my sex life was none. I needed you and street life was the answer, I found you with the use of a gun! Money - can kill men. Money - controls sin. Money - can move all. Money - is true power. Root of all evil. As I grew my love for you became deeper, addicted to you, I was sprung on your juice. The more of you I possessed, the more power anything could be obtained with your use. But the quest for you spelled pain for my victims, cause for you I'd take a life without thought. Anything in my way would be chopped down, cause for me happiness would be bought! CHORUS People lie and say you really don't matter, Singers front and say they really don't care. If they don't want you, yo well send you to me then, cause you and I are in an endless affair. CHORUS |
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from Body Count, Body Count - Violent Demise: The Last Days (1997)
I don't remember my mama,
dad sold crack all night. My life was fucked from the jumpstreet, now this kite I write. Never had half a fuckin chance, my whole trial I was broke. Circumstantial that's bullshit, my defense was a joke! (You go in a motherfuckin courtroom, with a fuckin public defender - the public defender works with the fuckin D.A.! Motherfuckers ain't got no chance, you ain't got no money you're fucked, you're fucked!) Now this cell is my residence, my address is The Row. 24 hour lock down, when they'll kill me who knows ? Guilty - we the unfree! Dead men walking Guilty - we the unfree! Dead men walking I'm a genius from books now, Never read on the street. Never lifted a fuckin weight, now my boys concrete. Filed a hundred appeals or more, no response from the state. Get no phone calls or visits, My mentality's hate! (When I was on the street I had mother- fuckin boys, where's my bitch ? She won't even accept my fuckin phone calls! Yo, they better not let me up out this mother- fucka, you this shit's on, fuck that word!) I get visits from doctors, analyzing the ill. Families pray for my death now, vengeance lays for the kill. CHORUS (Does the defendant have any final words he would like to say to the court ? Yeah, I got somethin I'd like to say. Yo, you, judge, you a racist motherfucker. I feel like bustin your motherfuckin...no, let me go...I'm gonna kill everyone one of you jurors. If I ever get out of here, I'm comin one by one and blow your mother- fuckin brains out. You motherfuckers! No, keep your motherfuckin hands off! Fuck that!) So I think 'bout my past now, my future holds only pain. Involuntarily drugged by the state for years, now I know I'm insane. When I'm moved shackled hands and feet, my skin's covered in ink. I read the bible 'bout twenty-five times, now fuck god's how I think! (You can save all that religious bullshit, stay the fuck out of my cell. If that priest comes in my cell, I'm a bust him in the - I'll break your fuckin neck with my bare hands, fuck that.) So live your life to the fullest, but remember don't trip. One mistake you're my neighbor, and there's no one here rich! CHORUS |
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from Body Count, Body Count - Violent Demise: The Last Days (1997)
Prozac attack,
feeling whacked, my damned boss won't gimme no slack, disconnected phone, didn't get that loan seems like everything's going wrong unemployed flat broke, outta luck, ain't got no hope. When it seems like it ain't no way call up the doc he'll be with you right away You think your life is tough (call Kevorkian) you think your life is tough (call Kevorkian) you think you're out of luck when you're had enough Need some (X)anax, want some pills, 'cause I don't like the way I feel can't sleep at night, can't get no rest, I want the grim reaper as my guest! Missed my bus, missed my plane, life seems like a constant pain think it's bad could be worse, call the doc up he'll pick you up in a hearse. CHORUS |
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from Body Count, Body Count - Violent Demise: The Last Days (1997)
Last days,
last days. As I stare off the stage and try to understand why you feel that I am someone you can id with, how ? When you and I come from two totally polar opposite lifestyles. Under normal circumstances I would be waking you and your rich parents up at gunpoint. Demanding the combination to the wall safe. While your little sister screams suffering from pistol-whipped pain. Or looking back at you in a courtroom filled with absolutely none of my peers. Why are you here ? Is this some voyeuristic bullshit ? See black man sing ? Or maybe, just maybe, you've been sub- jected to so many audio drive by's and gang shootings that you yourself have become numb to the pain like me. And you - check this out - have become insane from overdoses of reality. Well stomach this, at the rate we're going right now white boy, yeah you, you and I will die holding each other's throats. That's real, the world's at war, we're at war. Check yourself, don't be me check your goddamn self. It's goin down 1997, see the light, red lasers rip through my neighborhood at night, time is short. Homocide is the number one sport. Last days, last days, these are the last days. So now that all the reality's soaked, I and you start to reanalyze every word I ever said, am I a racist ? Or am I just someone who tells it how the fuck it is ? Well the truth of the thing is I was raised on crime. Walking through an environment so filled with so much hate, honesty I do not feel that you are able to comprehend the magnitude of the evil. But trip this, there were no white faces there. Just blck on black genocide. The only white men there were the cops that showed up late in the fourth to out- line the teenaged bodies in chalk. So who do I hate ? Do I hate you ? Do I hate myself ? Or possibly am I intelligent enough to only hold the conditions of the ghetto itself to blame ? - Not! Who creates the conditions ? Who stops affirmative action and wel- fare ? Who loves the 3 strikes law ? Didn't see 'em at the Million Man March, Or the three hundred and fifty-thousand man march, let your daddy tell it. There's a lotta lies out there, what side ya on ? Armageddon is near, I am the fourth rider of the apocalypse, recogize game. Last days, these are the last days. Last days, these are the last days. Last days, these are the last days. Last days. (But maybe I'm all wrong, maybe everything is ok. Maybe we're all just gonna get along. Maybe I'm trippin, maybe life is perfect - yeah right) CHORUS I hate you, you hate me, and what does that equal ? It equals nothing, and that's exactly what we're gonna have, nothing, i we don't make a change soon, and who am I to tell you anything ? I ain't nobody but a brother from South Central, who's had the opportunity to go around the world, and I found out that we're all not really that different. Racism is the number one enemyof earth. There's only one race, the human race, and if we don't get it together soon, this song is true. We are all living in the last days. |
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from Body Count - Born Dead (1994)
Bodycount
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1994 BC Rise
Chorus: Masters of revenge Masters of payback Inciters of chaos Messengers of rage All we wanna do to you Is what you did to us All we wanna take from you Is what you stole from us Chorus Bodycount You can't kill us We're already dead You can't kill us We're already dead You can't kill the truth You're already dead Chorus Bodycount You took my past I want your future You took your future You took my parents We want your children Chorus Boducount There can never be justice On stolen land There's nowhere to run You can't excape fate Chorus Bodycount Payback muthafuckas |
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from Body Count - Born Dead (1994)
Necessary evil
Look outside my window, I still see a fucked up world Waking up to helicopter and car alarams, Does this happen where you live? Gunshots sound in my my mind I don't flinch anymore When i see niggas in my hood, They're holdin' their dicks tight Yo, fuck my landlord I'm a step away from clearing this shotgun To erase the problem Does this happen where you live? Just had steak and lobster last night Now i gotta rob a liquor store But it seems so normal Because it's necessary evil Chorus Car hit my dog, babies die, raped in a Stairwell, cop killed a little girl, Armed robbery, shooter of a drive-by, Smokin' cain, sellin' joints in jr High Head from a minor, sex with animals, Butthole surfers, a fucked up rehearsal, Lost pawn ticket, wrecked my father's car Can't pay my school loan, major jack move, Holy underwear Stuck in the pen, forced in a gang, plain Wrapped food, Fucked up presidents, sleepin' through trash day Hit a police car, gettin' laid off, gotta pay Taxes, gridlock traffic, Jealous muthafuckas, bitch tried to do me, Hit and run, I got a fat bitch pregnant Necessary evil Little white kid with a kool-aid smile Training wheels on his bike thought the Called me a nigga Pushed that little bastard in traffic so graphic, He was holdin' his bike tight He was a victim of fucked up explaining An american example of fucked training When the fuckin' bus connected, he flew like knievel I was just necessary evil Chorus Necessary evil |
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You killed my fuckin' brotha
Payback muthafucka 1 - 8 - 7 Nigga Watch me pull this fuckin' trigga Revenge Drive-by |
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from Body Count - Born Dead (1994)
Oooooohhh am I dreamin' ?
Oooooohhh am I dreamin' ? Am I alone ? Oooooohhh am I dreamin' ? Am I alone ? Yeah I like to wait 'til late nite, 'til you Muthafuckas sleep I crawl in through your window and I Muthafuckin' creep I catch you little punk ass kids asleep in your beds, And I take out my knife and I cut off your Muthafuckin' heads I want your last breath I want your last breath Chorus You're not dreamin' You're not alone Oh I want your last breath, your Last breath, your last breath I want your last breath So you go downstairs to see if everything is alright You're afraid you're alone and it's late on a rainy night Are you asleep or awake you don't know As you turn around, And my rusty blade cuts you open and you hit the ground I want your last breath I want your last breath Chorus You're no dreamin' |
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Hey Joe,
Where you goin' with that gun in your hand ? Hey Joe, Where you goin' with that gun in your hand ? Goin' down to shot my old lady You know I caught her mess around with another man, Goin' down to shot my old lady You know I caught her mess around with another man, That ain't too good Hey Joe, Heard you shot your woman down, Hey Joe, Heard you shot your lady down, Yes I did, I shot her You know, I caught that girl mess around town Yes I did, I shot her You know, I caught that girl mess around town I took out my gun, Then I shot her I shot her Hey Joe, Where you gonna run to now? Hey Joe, Where you gonna run to now? Where you gonna go? Goin' way down south, Way down to mexico way Goin' way down south, Way down where I can be free, Ain't no hangman gonna, Get a rope around me, Ain't no hangman gonna, Get a rope around me |
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Chorus:
You give me for honor (graves) Where your soldeirs lay (graves) They're so far away (graves) The home of the brave (graves) I won't die in your bullshit wars no more I won't fight to my death for you I won't watch my poor mama cry no more Muthafuck your red, white and blue Chorus Thousands of men go to war to fight for Politics which they don't understand Murder people who they never met When they make it home they're Considered a vet Fire drops from the sky as the young boys die Far from home, all alone, it's a sin All you get in return in a shit shallow grave Cause in war there's no way you can win Mia, yeah right, you think they give a fuck, You're just pawns in the game off the board Brainwashed to the point where you kill at The drop of a dime But it's not called a crime Vietnam, persian gulf, did we win ? Did we lose ? Thousands die, human beings you choose Once in you're owned by the man, Uncle sam is his name, you're his slave, Shallow graves Chorus You give me for honor |
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Yeah Yeah
Murder, death As I search to analyze reality, the true Meaning of life, Out simple existence means nothing God has a gun, the truth, life is a slow noose He's invincible Better watch his knife, There is no escape from the slow kill When it's time to go god serves a death blow, You have no choice, don't even try The only choice is suicide Surviving the game No escape No one's ever escaped Die |
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from Body Count - Born Dead (1994)
You say that I hang out all night, that's okay,
'Cause you drink all muthafuckin' day You come home hit mom, smack mom, beat mom, Raise another brew to your face with you Swollen palm Then you come in my room talkin' crazy shit Sayin' I'm high, I'm on dope and I better quit Muthafucka, if I was high you would die, Hit my mom once more and it's bye-bye Chorus: Who are you tryin' to judge me ? Get the fuck out my face Who put you so above me ? Clear the fuck out my space You say that I want sex all the time That's all that seems to be on my muthafuckin' mind Well that's right I want sex all the time That's all that seems to be on my muthafuckin' mind Well that's right I want sex every minute, Every hour of the day, Of the week, all the muthafuckin' time But hold up who are you tryin' to talk shit, You'll hit your knees suckin' dick with a quickness In the park, dark, car, grass, lickin' nuts, Suckin' butt, With your tongue up my fuckin' ass, Chorus Get the fuck out my face Yeah Chorus You need to stay the fuck out my face Stay the fuck out my got damnned face |
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Drugs, liquor, drugs
I love to smoke crack I love to shoot smack I love to fuckin' drink I love my smoke when it stinks I need it in my veins I need it in my brain What has it done to me Street lobotomy Chorus My brain - melted - down Brain - melted - down - lobotomy Need some more dope man Yeah got Any acid dude Got any ludes Chorus Drugs, liquor, drugs? I love to do blow That's the way to go You got some PCP? How 'bout some LSD? I'm havin' lots of fun I might as well use a gun Don't even ask my why Maybe I wanna die Chorus |
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from Body Count - Born Dead (1994)
1994 BC still in the house They did
Everything they could do to take us out But like any good monster that just made us stronger You see, they don't like us and they don't like you, The BC fan, 'Cause they know we stand for three things Truth, justice and fuck the american way That word justice got me fucked up though Twenty cops in the street, two go to jail Thousands of people died in wars Overseas and it's justice ? You think they give a fuck about us ? You're a fool Born yellow, Born brown, Born red, Born black, Born dead Dead Born dead Born asian, Born jewish, Born latino, Born poor, Born dead Dead Born dead But you don't hear me though Dead New York , Atlanta, Chicago, Oakland, Miami, Detroit Every day I gotta get out my muthafuckin' bed, Put on my muthafuckin' gun, Down in my muthafuckin' gun, Down in my muthafuckin' pants, 'cause Muthafucka's out here is trippin' How the fuck you gonna get up every morning Tryin' to worry about if you gonna make it to the next evening Do you understand ? Sometimes we take for granted The little things like food, like freedom Born in somalia, Born in south america, Born in south africa, Born in south central, Born dead Dead Born dead |
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from Body Count - Body Count (1992)
Yo Moose, stop the car right here.
Alright, give it here, give it here. No man let me do it, cool ice. Stay in the car man, stay in the car. Stay in the car. Uh, hi officers, um, we had a flat tire back there. Do you think you guys could help us out? "Naw, that's not my job. My job's not to help your fuckin' ass out." I mean, um, you know I don't have any other way to get home. "That's not my job, asshole." Well uh, could you tell me what your job is? "Right now my job is eatin' these doughnuts, or maybe... hey, wait a minute. Aren't you--" Yup |
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from Body Count - Body Count (1992)
Body Count, Body Count.
Body Count, Body Count. (YEAH MUTHA FUCKAAAAAA!) Body Count, Body Count. Body Count, Body Count. Body Count, Body Count. Body Count, Body Count, nigga! Body Count, Body Count. Body Count, Body Count. Body Count, Body Count. Body Count, Body Count. Body Count, Body Count. Body Count, Body Body Body Count. Body Count, Body Count. Body Count, Body Count. Body Count. Body Count. Body Count. Body Count. Body Count. Body Count. Body Count. Body Count. Awwwwwwwwww shit Body Count's in the house, Body Count. Body Count's in the house, Body Count. Body Count's in the house, Body Count. Body Count's in the house, Body Count. Body Count's in the house, Body Count. Body Count's in the house, Body Count. Body Count's in the house, Body Count. Body Count's in the house, Body Count. On the bass I got my main muthafucka called Mooseman. Layin' the rhythm tracks I got the one and only infamous D-Roc. On the drums I got the one and only Beatmaster V muthafucka. On lead guitars I got my nigga Ernie C. And I'm Ice Mother Fuckin' T, bitch. Come on come on, make some noise. Yeah, goddamn it. Come on, come on, come on, come on. Come on. Body Count's in the house, Body Count. Body Count's in the house, Body Count. Body Count's in the house, Body Count. Body Count's in the house, Body Count. Body Count's in the house, Body Count. Body Count's in the house, Body Count. Body Count's in the house, Body Count. Body Count's in the house, Body Count. Uh! Yeah! Uh! Come on! Yeah! Make some noise! BC, BC BC. Body Count, muthafuckas! Body Count's in the house, Body Count. |
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This weekend,
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from Body Count - Body Count (1992)
You know sometimes I sit at home, you know,
and I watch T.V. and I wonder what it would be like to live someplace like, you know, the Cosby show, Ozzie and Harriet, you know, where cops come and got your cat outta the tree all your friends died of old age, But you see, I live in South Central Los Angeles and unfortunately... SHIT AIN'T LIKE THAT! IT'S REAL FUCKED UP! Goddamn what a brotha gotta do to get a message through to the red, white and blue? What I gotta die before you realize I was a brotha with open eyes? The world's insane while you drink champagne and I'm livin' in black rain. You try to ban the A.K., I got ten of 'em stashed with a case of hand grenades. Tell us what to do... Fuck you! Tell us what to do... Fuck you! Tell us what to do... Fuck you! Tell us what to do... Fuck you! You know what you'd do if a kid got killed on the way to school or a cop shot your kid in the backyard. Shit would hit the fan, muthafucka and it would hit real hard. I hear it every night, another gunfight, the tension mounts, on with the Body Count. Yo, Beatmaster, take these muthafuckas to South Central. Ha ha. Yeah Fuck that. I hear it every night, another gunfight, the tension mounts, on with the Body Count. Last weekend thirty-seven kids killed in gang warfare, in my backyard. No! No! No! Yo, Ernie C., take these muthafuckas home. Yeah. Yeah, we in the house, Body Count fools, 1991 muthafuckas. I hear it every night, another gunfight, the tension mounts, on with the Body Count. Goddamn what a brotha gotta do to get a message through to the red, white and you? What I gotta die before you realize I was a nigga with open eyes? The world's insane while you drink champagne and I'm livin' in black rain, don't you hear the guns you stupid, dumb, dick suckin', bum politicians. Tell us what to do... Fuck you! Tell us what to do... Fuck you! The tension mounts... |
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from Body Count - Body Count (1992)
A statistic:
At this moment, There are more black males in prison Than in college. |
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from Body Count - Body Count (1992)
Out one night, yo, just chillin' out with my crew
We were actin' wild 'cause I didn't have nothin' else better to do. Got a nine at my waist stay out my fuckin' face. You fuck with me right here'll be your resting place. Some ol' sucka, yo, he tried to put a move on me I shot him in the face, murder, in the first degree. Now I'm sweatin', regrettin', that's not for me they got me locked in the fuckin' penitentiary. Bowels of the devil, let me tell you what the muthafucka eats, its stomach's filled with lost souls guts made out of steel and concrete. Bowels of the devil, listen close, 'cause I've been there before and you don't wanna die there, they call it goin' out the back door, the back door, the back door, the back door. Walked in the club all the ho's gave me the sex look they like a nigga like me 'cause I'm a known crook, and my posse's down, we don't mess around, you fuck with us, you'll be six feet underground. That night they got me locked in a row called death the governor, that muthafucka wants my last breath. That's right, homeboy wanted to pull a switch on me up here in this fuckin' penitentiary. Bowels of the devil, let me tell you what the sucka eats, its stomach's filled with my homeboys guts made out of steel and concrete. Bowels of the devil, listen close, 'cause I've been there before and you don't wanna die there, they call it goin' out the back door, the back door, the back door, the back door. Yeah! Bowels of the devil, let me tell you what the muthafucka eats, its stomach's filled with my homeboys guts made out of steel and concrete. Bowels of the devil, listen close, 'cause I've been there before and you don't wanna die there, they call it goin' out the back door, the bowels of the devil, let me tell you what that sucka eats, its stomach's filled with lost souls guts made out of steel and concrete. Bowels of the devil, listen close, 'cause I've been there before and you don't wanna die there, they call it goin' out the back door, the back door, the back door, the back door. |
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from Body Count - Body Count (1992)
The problem isn't the lyrics on the records.
It's the fear of the white kids liking a black artist. But the real problem is the fear of the white girl falling in love with the black man. |
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from Body Count - Body Count (1992)
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
Way down in New Orleans, yeah. I met this old lady, she said she'd teach me 'bout Voodoo she said she knew about Voodoo (Voodoo) she said she'd teach me 'bout Voodoo she said she knew about Voodoo (Voodoo) She had an old doll, she had a long shiny needle (Voodoo) she held the doll in the air it looked kinda like me she took the needle, stuck it in its eye! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! My eye, bitch! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH! Now I'm still in the room with this crazy bitch, and she still had the doll. She said I'll teach you 'bout Voodoo, (Voodoo) you wanna learn about Voodoo (Voodoo) She said I'll teach you 'bout Voodoo. (Voodoo) she said she knew about Voodoo She held the doll in her hand (Voodoo) she had some long shiny scissors, she said some magic words (Voodoo) the doll looked more and more like me she held the doll in the air (Voodoo) she took the scissors, cut off all its fingers! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! My fingers, bitch! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! Voodoo, Voodoo Voodoo, Voodoo So if you're ever down in New Orleans, yeah. You might meet an old lady she might have a doll it might look like you. Don't ask about the Voodoo (Voodoo) stay away from Voodoo (Voodoo) leave alone the Voodoo, (Voodoo) muthafuck the Voodoo. |
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from Body Count - Body Count (1992)
My friend's addicted to cocaine
Smokes day and night Drives mom and pop insane. Living his life in the dark light Every dollar he gets goes into the pipe. He wants to borrow some money from me Do you think I'm blind Don't know the score Can't see? You wanna get high as the sky (you're kissin' your life goodbye) you're kissin' your life goodbye (you think it's a game) you think it's a game that you play (but the winners lose) but the winners lose it all someday. Ya don't know who you are Are you losin' your mind? Things get a little tight he committed a crime. Give me your money or give me your life! You better empty your pockets because ya, Ya don't live twice. You wanna get high as the sky (you're kissin' your life goodbye) you're kissin' your life goodbye (you think it's a game) you think it's a game that you play (but the winners lose) but the winners lose it all someday. He took the money to the dope man And he said he had the best Next thing ya knew, cardiac arrest! It was a rollercoaster, he couldn't get off Next thing I knew my friends' life was lost. nooooooooo. You think it's a game, you think it's a game, You think it's a game, you think it's a game, You think it's a game, you think it's a game, You think it's a game, you think it's a game, You think it's a game, you think it's a game, You think it's a game, you think it's a game, You think it's a game, you think it's a game, You think it's a game, you think it's a game, You think it's a game, you think it's a game, You think it's a game, you think it's a game, You think it's a game, you think it's a game, You think it's a game, you think it's a game, You wanna get high as the sky (you're kissin' your life goodbye) you're kissin' your life goodbye (you think it's a game) you think it's a game that you play (but the winners lose) but the winners lose it all someday. You wanna get high as the sky (you're kissin' your life goodbye) you're kissin' your life goodbye (you think it's a game) you think it's a game that you play (but the winners lose) but the winners lose it all someday. You wanna get high as the sky (you're kissin' your life goodbye) you're kissin' your life goodbye (you think it's a game) you think it's a game that you play (but the winners lose) but the winners lose it all someday. You wanna get high as the sky. |
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from Body Count - Body Count (1992)
There goes the neighborhood.
Here come them fuckin' niggas with their fancy cars. Who gave them fuckin' niggas those rock guitars? Who let 'em in the club? Did you make 'em pay? Who let 'em on the stage? Whose lettin' 'em play? Don't they know rock's just for whites don't they know the rules? Those niggers are too hard core this shit ain't cool. Those blacks want everything in the fuckin' world That nigga plays so good he took my muthafuckin' girl there goes the neighborhood. There goes the neighborhoooooood, There goes the neighborhood, There goes the neighborhood There goes the neighborhood. Da, Da, Da, Da, Da We're here, We ain't goin' nowhere. We're movin' right next door to you, Body Count, muthafucka. And those of you that don't like it can suck, my muthafuckin' dick, ha, ha, ha, ha. There goes the neighborhood! Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha There goes the neighborhood! Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha There goes the neightborhoooooood! There goes the neighborhood! Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha There goes the neighborhood! Here come them fuckin' niggas with their fancy cars. Who gave them fuckin' niggas those rock guitars? Who let 'em in the club? Did you make 'em pay? Who let 'em on the stage? Whose lettin' 'em play? Don't they know rock's just for whites Don't they know the rules? Those niggas are too hard core this shit ain't cool. Those blacks want everything in the fuckin' world. That nigga plays so good, he took my muthafuckin' girl. There goes the neighborhood There, there, there, there goes the neighborhood. |
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On Oprah today, we discuss male promiscuity.
Why men are constantly in the search for sex, and new sexual partners. |
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from Body Count - Body Count (1992)
Evil dick
Evil, dick, evil, dick. Evil, dick, evil, dick. Evil dick likes warm, wet places, evil dick don't care about faces. Evil dick likes, young, tiny, small spaces, evil dick leaves little gooey telltale traces. Evil dick. Evil, dick, evil, dick. Evil, dick, evil, dick. Late at night evil dick he comes to me he says, "Don't sleep alone, don't sleep alone." Late at night evil dick he wakes me up he says, "Don't sleep alone, don't sleep alone, don't sleep alone, don't sleep alone, don't sleep aloooooooooone." Evil, dick, evil, dick. Evil, dick, evil, dick. I had this girl she said she loved me, thought there was no one ever above me, she wanted to marry and have my child, but evil dick he had to get buck wild. Took me out one night out with the freaks if ever there was pussy, evil dick would seek. My girl caught me skeezin' she said I wasn't shit! I said, "It wasn't me, baby. it was the muthafucka evil dick!" Late at night evil dick he comes to me he says, "Don't sleep alone, don't sleep alone." Late at night evil dick he wakes me up he says, "Don't sleep alone, don't sleep alone, don't sleep alone, don't sleep alone, don't sleep aloooooooooone." Evil, dick, evil, dick. Evil, dick, evil, dick. And when evil dick has its way, it sounds a little like this. AH, AH, AH, AH, OH, OH, OH, OH COME HERE BABY, COME HERE BABY, AH, AH, AH, AH, YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, OH SHIT, OH, OH OH, OH... DAMN DICK! Evil, dick, evil, dick. Evil, dick, evil, dick. Late at night evil dick he comes to me he says, "Don't sleep alone, don't sleep alone." Late at night evil dick he wakes me up he says, "Don't sleep alone, don't sleep alone, don't sleep alone, don't sleep alone, don't sleep aloooooooooone." |
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from Body Count - Body Count (1992)
Body Count, Body Count, Body Count, Body Count,
Body Count, Body Count, Body Count. BC, BC, BC, BC, (muthafucka) BC, BC, BC, BC, BC, BC, BC, BC, BC, BC, BC, BC. Body Count, Body Count, Body Count, Body Count, Body Count, Body Count, Body Count, Body Count. BC, BC, BC, BC, BC, BC, BC, BC, BC, BC, BC, BC, BC, BC, BC, BC. |
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from Body Count - Body Count (1992)
No, no, no, Mommaaaaa...
All my life I loved this girl so much, all my life I loved her simple touch. She cared for me and put me on this earth, oh the pain of just a simple birth. But now I find that she has left me dumb and blind, poisoned, twisted, and destroyed my mind. She taught me things that simply were not true she taught me hate for race that's why I hate you! There's only one way I can make it right, momma's gotta die tonight. There's only one way I can make it right, momma's gotta die tonight. Momma, momma, I always loved my momma, I always loved my momma. I loved the say she hold me, I love the way she talked to me. She used to teach me a lot of things, she taught me good things, she taught me bad things. "Don't trust white people, don't trust white people. Don't trust white people, they're no good, they're no good, they're no good, they're no good. They're just gonna rip you off, they're just gonna rip you off. Don't trust 'em, don't trust 'em." I said, "Why momma?", she said, "I told you don't trust 'em they're no good." I said, "Momma, I thought we were all the same momma, why momma?" She said, "Don't ask me any questions. Don't you challenge your mutha." Momma. So one day I found I fell in love and I brought my girlfriend home and I introduced her to my mutha and she smacked me, was a white girl and I said, "Why momma? Why momma? What did I do wrong?" You know, I found out my mutha was a evil woman. She hated Puerto Ricans, Mexicans, Jamaicans, Indians, Orientals, momma was no good. I learned to hate my mutha, hate my mutha. So I got some, ha ha, some lighter fluid, from the corner store and I put it around her bed, and I set her on fire! Ha, ha, ha. Burn momma, burn momma, burn momma, burn bitch burn, burn, burrrrrn. Ha, ha, ha. Burn you racist bitch! Ha, ha, ha. But she wasn't quite dead. She jumped up from the bed and I grabbed my Louisville Slugger that she had bought me for my twelfth birthday and I came up behind her and I hit her, I hit her, I hit her twice. Ha, ha, ha. Now she was out. I went into the kitchen and I got that handy carving knife that we only use on special occasions like bullshit Thanksgiving, and I took her and I laid her ol' fucked up corpse on the floor and I cut her in little bitty pieces. Cut off her arms, her feet, her neck, and I put her into little green hefty bags and I put it into my car and I said, "Momma, we're goin' on a vacation, a permanent vacation bitch." I took some of her around the world to Arizona, New York, Chicago, Atlanta, Miami, Oakland. Ha, ha, ha, yo, you wanna go to Connecticut, bitch. Ohio, Detroit, Texas, L.A. Whose laughin' now momma, whose laughin' now bitch, whose laughin' now. Ha, ha, ha, ha. So if you got a mutha or a grandmutha or a father who wants to carry on the same racist bullshit that's fucked this world up from day one, you can either look 'em in the face and tell 'em to suck your dick or do like Body Count does. All my life I loved this girl so much, all my life I loved her simple touch. She cared for me and put me on this earth oh the pain of just a simple birth. Right now I find that she has left me dumb and blind poisoned, twisted, and destroyed my mind. She taught me things that simply were not true she taught me hate for race that's why I hate you! There's only one way I can make it right, momma's gotta die tonight. There's only one way I can make it right, momma's gotta die tonight. |
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