Body count Born dead 1994 Body count is: Ice T - Lead Vocals Ernie C - Lead and Acoustic Guitar Mooseman - Bass D Roc - Rhythm Guitars Beatmaster "V" - Drums Sean E. Sean - Sniper Sean E. Mack - Kidnapper 1> Body M/F Count (2:14) 2> Masters Of Revenege (5:35) 3> Killin' Floor (2:30) 4> Necessary Evil (3:59) 5> Drive By (1:26) 6> Last Breath (5:18) 7> Hey Joe (4:28) 8> Shallow Graves (4:12) 9> Surviving The Game (5:41) 10> Who Are You (3:48) 11> Street Lobotomy (2:24) 12> Born Dead (5:59) 1> BODY M/F COUNT BODYCOUNT! BODY MUTHAFUCKIN' COUNT! 2> MASTERS OF REVENGE 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 (4X'S) 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 (4X'S) GUITAR SOLO YOU TOOK MY PAST I WANT YOUR FUTURE YOU TOOK YOUR FUTURE. YOU TOOK MY PARENTS WE WANT YOUR CHILDREN. CHORUS BODUCOUNT (4X'S) THERE CAN NEVER BE JUSTICE ON STOLEN LAND. THERE'S NOWHERE TO RUN YOU CAN'T EXCAPE FATE. CHORUS BODYCOUNT (4X'S) (MANIACAL LAUGH) PAYBACK MUTHAFUCKAS! 3> KILLING FLOOR NO! HELP! IT'S THE KILLIN' FLOOR, KILLIN' FLOOR! YEAH! AH! KILLIN' FLOOR! NO! KILLIN' FLOOR! AH! KILLIN' FLOOR! BODYCOUNT MUTHAFUCKAS! 4> NECESSARY EVIL 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 (MOOSE) 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! SOLO NECESSARY EVIL! SOLO CONTINUED. 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! 5> DRIVE BY YOU KILLED MY FUCKIN' BROTHA (4X'S) PAYBACK MUTHAFUCKA 1 - 8 - 7 NIGGA WATCH ME PULL THIS FUCKIN' TRIGGA REVENGE! (REPEAT TWICE) DRIVE-BY! 6> LAST BREATH 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. (2X'S) (MANIACAL LAUGH.) OOOOOOHHH 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'! 7> HEY JOE 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. (NO ONE GONNA) 8> SHALLOW GRAVES 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. M.I.A., 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. VEITNAM, 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! 9> SURVIVING THE GAME 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! (7X'S) NO ESCAPE. NO ONE'S EVER ESCAPED! DIE! 10> WHO ARE YOU? 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! (REPEAT) 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! (4X'S) YEAH! CHORUS GUITAR SOLO CHORUS YOU NEED TO STAY THE FUCK OUT MY FACE! STAY THE FUCK OUT MY GOT DAMNNED FACE! 11> STREET LOBOTOMY DRUGS, LIQUOR, DRUGS! (4X'S) 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! GUITAR SOLO I NEED SOME MORE DOPE MAN. YEAH GOT ANY ACID DUDE GOT ANY LUDES. CHORUS DRUGS, LIQUOR, DRUGS? (3X'S) 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 12> BORN DEAD 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! (4X'S) BORN DEAD (3X'S) BORN ASIAN, BORN JEWISH, BORN LATINO, BORN POOR, BORN DEAD! DEAD! (4X'S) BORN DEAD! (3X'S) BUT YOU DON'T HEAR ME THOUGH. DEAD NY, ATL., CHI. - OAK, MIAMI, DET. 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! (4X'S) BORN DEAD! (3X'S) Body Count - Body Count 1992 1. Smoked Pork (0:46) 2. Body Count's In The House (3:24) 3. Now Sports (0:05) 4. Body Count (5:18) 5. A Statistic (0:06) 6. Bowels Of The Devil (3:43) 7. The Real Problem (0:12) 8. KKK Bitch (2:53) 9. C Note (1:36) 10. Voodoo (5:00) 11. The Winner Loses (6:31) 12. There Goes The Neighborhood (5:50) 13. Oprah (0:07) 14. Evil Dick (3:59) 15. Body Count Anthem (2:46) 16. Momma's Gotta Die Tonight (6:11) 17. Out In The Parking Lot (0:31) 18. Cop Killer (4:09) 1: SMOKED PORK 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. 2: BODY COUNT'S IN THE HOUSE 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. 3: NOW SPORTS This weekend, seventeen youths killed in gang homicides. Now sports. 4: BODY COUNT 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 "V", 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... 5: A STATISTIC A statistic: At this moment, there are more black males in prison than in college. 6: BOWELS OF THE DEVIL 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. 7: THE REAL PROBLEM 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. 8: KKK BITCH 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 girl, my man Mooseman had a skinhead, I fell in love with Tipper Gore's two twelve year old nieces. 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, white hoods, no room for seatin' there was Skinheads, Nazi's and crazies, talkin' 'bout 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. Then her daddy jumped on the stage talkin' 'bout killin' in a goddamn rage. I got mad, my dick got hard entered in her ass she said, "Oh my God!" I I I love my KKK bitch, love it when she fucks me though, I I I love my KKK bitch, love it when she sucks 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. 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're 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. I I I love my KKK bitch, love it when she fucks me though, I I I love my KKK bitch, love it when she sucks 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. 9: C NOTE 10: VOODOO 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. 11: THE WINNER LOSES 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. 12: THERE GOES THE NEIGHBORHOOD 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. 13: OPRAH On Oprah today, we discuss male promiscuity. Why men are constantly in the search for sex, and new sexual partners. 14: 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. 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." 15: BODY COUNT ANTHEM 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. 16: MOMMA'S GOTTA DIE TONIGHT 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. 17: OUT IN THE PARKING LOT This next record is dedicated to some personal friends of mine: The L.A.P.D. For every cop that has ever taken advantage of somebody, beat 'em down or hurt 'em, because they have long hair, listen to the wrong kind of music, wrong color, whatever they thought was the reason to do it, For every one of those fuckin' police, I'd like to take a pig out here in this parkin' lot, and shoot 'em in their muthafuckin' face. 18: COP KILLER COP KILLER! YEAH! 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. I'm a COP KILLER, better you than me. COP KILLER, fuck police brutality! COP KILLER, I know your family's grieving, (FUCK 'EM!) COP KILLER, but tonight we get even, ha ha. I got my brain on hype. Tonight'll be your night. I got this long-assed knife. and your neck looks just right. My adrenaline's pumpin'. I got my stereo bumpin'. I'm 'bout to kill me somethin'. A pig stopped me for nuthin'! COP KILLER, better you than me. COP KILLER, fuck police brutality! COP KILLER, I know your momma's grieving, (FUCK HER!) COP KILLER, but tonight we get even, yeah! DIE, DIE, DIE PIG, DIE! FUCK THE POLICE! FUCK THE POLICE! FUCK THE POLICE! FUCK THE POLICE! FUCK THE POLICE! FUCK THE POLICE! FUCK THE POLICE! FUCK THE POLICE! Yeah! COP KILLER, better you than me. I'm a COP KILLER, fuck police brutality! COP KILLER, I know your family's grieving, (FUCK 'EM!) COP KILLER, but tonight we get even, ha ha ha ha, yeah! FUCK THE POLICE! FUCK THE POLICE! FUCK THE POLICE! FUCK THE POLICE! FUCK THE POLICE! FUCK THE POLICE! FUCK THE POLICE! FUCK THE POLICE! Break it down. FUCK THE POLICE, yeah! FUCK THE POLICE, for Darryl Gates. FUCK THE POLICE, for Rodney King. FUCK THE POLICE, for my dead homies. FUCK THE POLICE, for your freedom. FUCK THE POLICE, don't be a pussy. FUCK THE POLICE, have some muthafuckin' courage. FUCK THE POLICE, sing along. COP KILLER! COP KILLER! COP KILLER! COP KILLER! COP KILLER! Whaddyou wanna be when you grow up? COP KILLER! Good choice. COP KILLER! I'm a muthafuckin' COP KILLER! COP KILLER, better you than me. COP KILLER, fuck police brutality! COP KILLER, I know your momma's grieving, (FUCK HER!) COP KILLER, but tonight we get even!