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Body Count - Body Count - Bowels of the Devil
Body Count
01. Smoked Pork
02. Body Count’s in the House
03. Now Sports
04. Body Count
05. A Statistic
06. Bowels of the Devil
07. The Real Problem
08. KKK Bitch
09. C Note
10. Voodoo
11. The Winner Loses
12. There Goes the Neighborhood
13. Oprah
14. Evil Dick
15. Body Count Anthem
16. Momma’s Gotta Die Tonight
17. Out in the Parking Lot
18. Cop Killer
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' sucker, 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 motherfucker 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 motherfucker 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 that sucker 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 motherfucker 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

Bowels of the devil
Let me tell you what the sucker 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