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- @BEGIN_FILE_ID.DIZBody Count - The Album
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- @ALBUM: Body Count
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- Body Count 1. Smoked Pork 0:46
- Body Count 2. Body Count's In The House 3:24
- (from the CD liner notes 3. Now Sports 0:05
- and by ear) 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
- @SONG: SMOKED PORK
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- 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.
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- 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--"
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- Yup.
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- @SONG: BODY COUNT'S IN THE HOUSE
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- 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!
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- Body Count, Body Count.
- Body Count, Body Count.
- Body Count, Body Count.
- Body Count, Body Count.
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- Body Count, Body Count.
- Body Count, Body Body Body Count.
- Body Count, Body Count.
- Body Count, Body Count.
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- Body Count.
- Body Count.
- Body Count.
- Body Count.
- Body Count.
- Body Count.
- Body Count.
- Body Count.
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- 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.
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- 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.
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- 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.
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- Come on come on, make some noise.
- Yeah, goddamn it.
- Come on, come on, come on, come on.
- Come on.
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- 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.
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- 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.
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- Uh!
- Yeah!
- Uh!
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- Come on!
- Yeah!
- Make some noise!
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- BC, BC BC.
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- Body Count, muthafuckas!
- Body Count's in the house, Body Count.
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- @SONG: NOW SPORTS
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- This weekend,
- seventeen youths killed in gang homicides.
- Now sports.
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- @SONG: BODY COUNT
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- 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!
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- 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.
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- 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.
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- 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.
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- Last weekend thirty-seven kids killed in gang warfare,
- in my backyard.
-
- No!
- No!
- No!
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- Yo, Ernie C., take these muthafuckas home.
-
- Yeah.
-
- Yeah, we in the house, Body Count fools, 1991 muthafuckas.
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- 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.
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- Tell us what to do... Fuck you!
- Tell us what to do... Fuck you!
- The tension mounts...
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- @SONG: A STATISTIC
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- A statistic:
- At this moment,
- there are more black males in prison
- than in college.
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- @SONG: BOWELS OF THE DEVIL
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- 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.
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- 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.
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- 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!
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- 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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- @SONG: THE REAL PROBLEM
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- 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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- @SONG: KKK BITCH
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- 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.
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- 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."
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- 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.
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- 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!"
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- 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.
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- 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.
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- 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.
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- 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.
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- @SONG: C NOTE
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- @SONG: VOODOO
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- AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
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- 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
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- 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!
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- AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
- Voodoo, Voodoo
- Voodoo, Voodoo
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- 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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- @SONG: THE WINNER LOSES
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- 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.
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- 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,
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- 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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- @SONG: THERE GOES THE NEIGHBORHOOD
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- 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?
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- 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.
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- Da, Da, Da, Da, Da
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- 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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- @SONG: OPRAH
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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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- @SONG: EVIL DICK
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- Evil dick
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- Evil, dick, evil, dick.
- Evil, dick, evil, dick.
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- 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.
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- 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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- @SONG: BODY COUNT ANTHEM
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- Body Count, Body Count, Body Count, Body Count,
- Body Count, Body Count, Body Count.
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- BC, BC, BC, BC, (muthafucka)
- BC, BC, BC, BC,
- BC, BC, BC, BC,
- BC, BC, BC, BC.
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- Body Count, Body Count, Body Count, Body Count,
- Body Count, Body Count, Body Count, Body Count.
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- BC, BC, BC, BC,
- BC, BC, BC, BC,
- BC, BC, BC, BC,
- BC, BC, BC, BC.
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- @SONG: MOMMA'S GOTTA DIE TONIGHT
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- 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.
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- 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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- @SONG: OUT IN THE PARKING LOT
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- 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.
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- @SONG: COP KILLER
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- COP KILLER! YEAH!
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- 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.
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- 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.
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- 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'!
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- 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!
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- DIE, DIE, DIE PIG, DIE!
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- FUCK THE POLICE!
- FUCK THE POLICE!
- FUCK THE POLICE!
- FUCK THE POLICE!
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- FUCK THE POLICE!
- FUCK THE POLICE!
- FUCK THE POLICE!
- FUCK THE POLICE!
- Yeah!
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- 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!
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- FUCK THE POLICE!
- FUCK THE POLICE!
- FUCK THE POLICE!
- FUCK THE POLICE!
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- FUCK THE POLICE!
- FUCK THE POLICE!
- FUCK THE POLICE!
- FUCK THE POLICE!
- Break it down.
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- 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.
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- COP KILLER!
- COP KILLER!
- COP KILLER!
- COP KILLER!
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- COP KILLER! Whaddyou wanna be when you grow up?
- COP KILLER! Good choice.
- COP KILLER! I'm a muthafuckin'
- COP KILLER!
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- 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!
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- All songs written by Ice-T/Ernie C. except
- "The Winner Loses" and "C Note"
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