|CanceR|-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=|CanceR| _ _ __________ / /´FTERSHOCK INC. \ / | | | | | _Body Count_ (Lyrics) | / | | _|__|_ | Issue #13 * 05/18/1993 | /| | || \ \ _ . by Meaty/N-187 ._ / ||__|__||___ | | | \ / DISCLAIMER : Congress Shall make no law \ / respecting an establishment of religion, or | | prohibiting the free excersize therof; or | | abriging the freedom of speech, or of the | | press; or the right of the people peaceably /´FTERSHOCK to assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances.. |CanceR|-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=|CanceR| All right.. Sayeed! Here's the complete, uncensored lyrics of one of the best albums ever made.. _Body Count_ Yeah It's over a year old, but it kicks ass so fuck you! All Songs written by Ice motherfuckin'T and Ernie C (C)1992 Rhyme Syndicate/Ernkneesea Music ASCAP Lyric Transcription by Meaty Smurf and Nitro-187 >>> Body Count (5:18) You know sometimes I sit at home, you know, and I watch TV and wonder what it would be like to live some place like the Cosby Show, Ozzie and Harriet, you know, where the cops came and got your cat outta the tree and all your friends died of old age. But you see, I live in South Central and unfourtunately... 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've 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 gun fight, the tension mounts, on with the Body Count. Yo, Beatmaster "V", take these muthafuckas to Suth Central. (Drum Solo) I hear it every night, another gun fight, the tension mounts, on with the Body Count. Last weekend thirty-seven kids killed in gang warfare, in my backyard. (Guitar Solo) Yo, Ernic C. take these muthafuckas home. (Guitar Solo) Yeah, we in the house, Body Count fools, 1991 muthafuckas. I hear it every night, another gun fight, 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 gun you stupid,dick suckin',bum politicians. Tell us what to do...Fuck you! Tell us what to do...Fuck you! The tension mounts... >>> Bowels of the Devil (3:43) Out one night,yo, just chillin' out with my crew We were actin' wild 'cause we didn't have nothin' else better to do. Got a nine in my waist stay out my fuckin' face. You fuck with me right here'll be your resting place. Some ol' sucka,yo,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, it's stomach's filled with lost souls guts made out of steel and concrete. Bowel's 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 into 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' penitentary. Bowels of the devil, let me tell you what this sucka eats, it's 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! (Guitar solo) Bowels of the devil, let me tell you what the muthafucka eats, it's stomach's filled with my homeboys guts made out of steel and concrete. Bowels of the devil, listen close,'cause I 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 this sucka eats, it's 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. >>> KKK Bitch (2:53) Aw yeah, what's up out there? BC's in the house. Right about now, I wanna tell you a little love story, you know what I'm sayin', this is a Body Count love story check out the lyrics, you know. I'm'a tell you 'bout what happened when we went down South last year on tour. Out on tour,yo,I been all around the world went to Georgia, met this fine-assed white girl, blonde hair,blue eyes, big tits and thighs, the kinda girl that would knock out most guys. She got wild in the backstage bathroom, sucked my dick like a muthafuckin' vacuum, said "I love you, but my daddy don't play, he's the fuckin' grand wizard of the KKK." I I I love my KKK bitch,love it when she sucks me though, I I I love my KKK bitch,love it when she fucks me though, I I I love my KKK bitch,she loves it when I treat her bad, I I I love my KKK bitch, mutha fuck her dear old dad. You know what I'm sayin'. So we was down south fallin' in love, you know, D-Roc had this nazi gril, my man Mooseman had a skinhead, I fell in love with Tipper Gore's two twelve year old neices. It was wild, you know what I'm sayin', it got even worse, you know. So one night they took us to a meetin' white sheets, whit hoods, no room for seatin' there were skinheads,nazis and crazys, talkin' 'biut black people pushin' up daisies. They hated Blacks,Jews,Puerto Ricans, Mexicans,Chinese, even the Indians. We had our hoods on, we were slick she pushed her butt up hard against my dick. Ther her daddy jumped on stage talkin''bout killin' in a goddamn rage. I got mad, my dick got hard entered in her ass she said,"Oh my God!" (Chorus) So what we really tryin' to say is Body Count loves everybody. We love Mexican girls,Black girls,Oriental girls it really don't matter. If you from Mars, and you got a pussy, we will fuck you. You know, that's all we sayin' word. So every year when Body Count comes around we throw an orgy in every little Southern town. KKK's,Skinheads, and Nazi girls break their necks to get to the party. It ain't like their men can't nut, their dick's too little and they just can't fuck. So we get buck wild with the white freaks we show them how to really work the white sheets. I know her daddy'll really be after me, when his grandson's named little Ice-T. (Chorus) >>> Voodoo (5:00) 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 she said she'd teach me 'bout Voodoo she said she knew about Voodoo. She had an old doll, she had a long shing needle 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 you wanna learn about Voodoo She said I'll teach you 'bout Voodoo. She held the doll in her hand she had some long shiny scissors, she said some magic words and doll looked more and more like me she held the doll in the air she took the scissors, cut off all it's fingers! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! My fingers, bitch! 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 stay away from the Voodoo leave alone the Voodoo muthafuck the Voodoo. >>> The Winner Loses (6:31) 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 want's 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 kissing your life goodbye You think it's a game that you play 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 commited a crime. Give me your money or give me your life! You betta open your pockets because ya, ya don't live twice. You wanna get high as the sky You're kissing your life goodbye You think it's a game that you play 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 wanna get high as the sky You're kissing your life goodbye You think it's a game that you play But the winners lose it all someday. >>> There Goes the Neighborhood (5:50) 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. (Guitar Solo) There goes the neighborhood! Ha, Ha, Ha There goes the neighborhood! Ha, Ha, Ha There goes the neighborhoooooood! There goes the neighborhood! Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha There goes the neighborhood! (Guitar Solo) (Drum Solo) 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? Who's 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 neighborhoooooood. >>> Evil Dick (3:59) Evil,dick,evil,dick. Evil,dick,evil,dick. Evil,dick,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. Chorus: 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 alooooooone." Evil,dick,evil,dick. Evil,dick,evil,dick. I had this girl she said she loved me, Thought that 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' and said I wasn't shit! I said, "It wasn't me baby, it was the muthafucka evil dick!" (Chorus) >>> Momma's Gotta Die Tonight (6:11) No, no, no, Mommaaaaa... All my life I loved this girl so much All my live I loved her simple touch She cared for me and put me on this earth Oh the pain of just a simple birth But I now I find that dhe 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 way 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. 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 an 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 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, burrrrrrn 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 kithcen 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 pieces. Cut off her arms, her feet, her neck, and I put her in to litle green Hefty bags and I put them 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, Miami, Oakland. Ha, ha, ha, yo, you wanna go to Connecticut, bitch. Ohio, Detroit, Texas, L.A. Who's laughin' now momma, who's laughin' now bitch. Who's 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 live I loved her simple touch She cared for me and put me on this earth Oh the pain of just a simple birth But I now I find that dhe 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 >>> Cop Killer (4:09) I got my black shirt on I got my black gloves on I got my ski mask on This shit's been too long I got my twelve gauge sawed off I got my headlights turned off I'm 'bout to bust some shots off I'm 'bout to dust some cops off COP KILLER, it's better you than me COP KILLER, fuck police brutality! COP KILLER, I know your family's grievin' (FUCK 'EM!) COP KILLER, but tonight we get even I got my brain on hype Tonight'll be your night I got this long-assed knife And your neck looks just right My adrenalie's pumpin' I got my stereo bumpin' I'm 'bout to kill me somethin' A pig stopped me for nothin'! COP KILLER, it's better you than me COP KILLER, fuck police brutality! COP KILLER, I know your family's grievin' (FUCK 'EM!) COP KILLER, but tonight we get even DIE, DIE, DIE PIG, DIE! FUCK THE POLICE! (repeat) COP KILLER, it's better you than me COP KILLER, fuck police brutality! COP KILLER, I know your family's grievin' (FUCK 'EM!) COP KILLER, but tonight we get even FUCK THE POLICE, (repeat) FUCK THE POLICE, for Darryl Gates FUCK THE POLICE, for Rodney King FUCK THE POLICE, for my dead homies FUCK THE POLICE, for your feedom FUCK THE POLICE, don't be a pussy FUCK THE POLICE, have some mutha fuckin' courage FUCK THE POLICE, sing along COP KILLER! (repeat) I'm a muthafuckin' COP KILLER! COP KILLER! 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