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__________ / /´FTERSHOCK INC. \
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/ | | | | | _Body Count_ (Lyrics) |
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/ | | _|__|_ | Issue #13 * 05/18/1993 |
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/| | || \ \ _ . by Meaty/N-187 ._ /
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\ / DISCLAIMER : Congress Shall make no law
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\ / respecting an establishment of religion, or
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| | abriging the freedom of speech, or of the
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| | press; or the right of the people peaceably
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/´FTERSHOCK to assemble, and to petition the Government
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for a redress of grievances..
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All right.. Sayeed! Here's the complete, uncensored lyrics of one of the
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best albums ever made.. _Body Count_ Yeah It's over a year old, but it
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kicks ass so fuck you!
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All Songs written by Ice motherfuckin'T and Ernie C
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(C)1992 Rhyme Syndicate/Ernkneesea Music ASCAP
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Lyric Transcription by Meaty Smurf and Nitro-187
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>>> Body Count (5:18)
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You know sometimes I sit at home, you know,
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and I watch TV and wonder what it would be like
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to live some place like the Cosby Show,
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Ozzie and Harriet, you know, where
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the cops came and got your cat outta the tree
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and all your friends died of old age.
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But you see, I live in South Central and unfourtunately...
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SHIT AIN'T LIKE THAT! IT'S REAL FUCKED UP!
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Goddamn what a brotha gotta do
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to get a message through
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to the red, white and blue?
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What I gotta die
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before you realize
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I was a brotha with open eyes?
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The world's insane
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while you drink champagne
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and I'm livin' in black rain.
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You try to ban the A.K.,
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I've got ten of 'em stashed
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with a case of hand grenades
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Tell us what to do...Fuck you!
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Tell us what to do...Fuck you!
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Tell us what to do...Fuck you!
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Tell us what to do...Fuck you!
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You know what you'd do
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if a kid got killed on the way to school
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or a cop shot your kid in the backyard.
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Shit would hit the fan muthafucka
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and it would hit real hard.
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I hear it every night, another gun fight,
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the tension mounts,
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on with the Body Count.
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Yo, Beatmaster "V", take these muthafuckas
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to Suth Central.
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(Drum Solo)
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I hear it every night,
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another gun fight,
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the tension mounts,
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on with the Body Count.
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Last weekend thirty-seven kids killed in gang warfare,
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in my backyard.
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(Guitar Solo)
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Yo, Ernic C. take these muthafuckas home.
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(Guitar Solo)
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Yeah, we in the house, Body Count fools, 1991 muthafuckas.
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I hear it every night,
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another gun fight,
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the tension mounts,
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on with the Body Count.
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Goddamn what a brotha gotta do
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to get a message through
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to the red, white and you?
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What I gotta die before you realize
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I was a nigga with open eyes?
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The world's insane
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while you drink champagne
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and I'm livin' in black rain,
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don't you hear the gun
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you stupid,dick suckin',bum politicians.
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Tell us what to do...Fuck you!
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Tell us what to do...Fuck you!
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The tension mounts...
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>>> Bowels of the Devil (3:43)
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Out one night,yo, just chillin' out with my crew
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We were actin' wild
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'cause we didn't have nothin' else better to do.
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Got a nine in my waist
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stay out my fuckin' face.
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You fuck with me
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right here'll be your resting place.
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Some ol' sucka,yo,tried to put a move on me
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I shot him in the face,
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murder, in the first degree.
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Now I'm sweatin', regrettin',
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that's not for me
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they got me locked in the fuckin' penitentiary.
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Bowels of the devil,
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let me tell you what the muthafucka eats,
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it's stomach's filled with lost souls
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guts made out of steel and concrete.
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Bowel's of the devil,
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listen close,'cause I've been there before
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and you don't wanna die there,
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they call it goin' out the back door,
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the back door,the back door, the back door.
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Walked into the club all the ho's gave me the sex look
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they like a nigga like me, 'cause I'm a known crook,
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and my posse's down, we don't mess around,
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you fuck with us,
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you'll be six feet underground.
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That night they got me locked in a row called death
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the governor, that muthafucka wants my last breath.
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That's right, homeboy wanted to pull a switch on me
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up here in this fuckin' penitentary.
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Bowels of the devil,
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let me tell you what this sucka eats,
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it's stomach's filled with my homeboys
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guts made out of steel and concrete.
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Bowels of the devil,
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listen close, 'cause I've been there before
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and you don't wanna die there,
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they call it goin' out the back door,
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the back door, the back door, the back door, Yeah!
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(Guitar solo)
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Bowels of the devil,
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let me tell you what the muthafucka eats,
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it's stomach's filled with my homeboys
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guts made out of steel and concrete.
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Bowels of the devil,
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listen close,'cause I been there before
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and you don't wanna die there,
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they call it goin' out the back door.
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The bowels of the devil,
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let me tell you what this sucka eats,
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it's stomach's filled with lost souls,
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guts made out of steel and concrete.
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Bowels of the devil,
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listen close 'cause I've been there before
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and you don't wanna die there,
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they call it goin' out the back door,
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the back door, the back door, the back door.
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>>> KKK Bitch (2:53)
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Aw yeah, what's up out there? BC's in the house. Right
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about now, I wanna tell you a little love story, you know
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what I'm sayin', this is a Body Count love story check
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out the lyrics, you know. I'm'a tell you 'bout what happened
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when we went down South last year on tour.
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Out on tour,yo,I been all around the world
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went to Georgia, met this fine-assed white girl,
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blonde hair,blue eyes, big tits and thighs,
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the kinda girl that would knock out most guys.
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She got wild in the backstage bathroom,
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sucked my dick like a muthafuckin' vacuum,
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said "I love you, but my daddy don't play,
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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,
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I I I love my KKK bitch,love it when she fucks me though,
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I I I love my KKK bitch,she loves it when I treat her bad,
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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
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love, you know, D-Roc had this nazi gril, my man
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Mooseman had a skinhead, I fell in love with Tipper Gore's
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two twelve year old neices. It was wild, you know what I'm
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sayin', it got even worse, you know.
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So one night they took us to a meetin'
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white sheets, whit hoods, no room for seatin'
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there were skinheads,nazis and crazys,
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talkin' 'biut black people pushin' up daisies.
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They hated Blacks,Jews,Puerto Ricans,
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Mexicans,Chinese, even the Indians.
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We had our hoods on,
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we were slick
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she pushed her butt up hard against my dick.
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Ther her daddy jumped on stage
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talkin''bout killin' in a goddamn rage.
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I got mad, my dick got hard
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entered in her ass
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she said,"Oh my God!"
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(Chorus)
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So what we really tryin' to say is Body Count loves
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everybody. We love Mexican girls,Black girls,Oriental girls
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it really don't matter. If you from Mars, and you got a pussy,
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we will fuck you. You know, that's all we sayin' word.
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So every year when Body Count comes around
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we throw an orgy in every little Southern town.
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KKK's,Skinheads, and Nazi
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girls break their necks
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to get to the party.
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It ain't like their men can't nut,
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their dick's too little
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and they just can't fuck.
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So we get buck wild with the white freaks
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we show them how to really work the white sheets.
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I know her daddy'll really be after me,
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when his grandson's named little Ice-T.
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(Chorus)
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>>> Voodoo (5:00)
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AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
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Way down in New Orleans, yeah.
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I met this old lady,
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she said she'd teach me 'bout Voodoo
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she said she knew about Voodoo
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she said she'd teach me 'bout Voodoo
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she said she knew about Voodoo.
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She had an old doll,
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she had a long shing needle
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she held the doll in the air
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it looked kinda like me
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she took the needle,
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stuck it in its eye!
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AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
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My eye, bitch!
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OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!
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Now I'm still in the room with this crazy bitch,
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and she still had the doll.
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She said I'll teach you 'bout Voodoo
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you wanna learn about Voodoo
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She said I'll teach you 'bout Voodoo.
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She held the doll in her hand
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she had some long shiny scissors,
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she said some magic words
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and doll looked more and more like me
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she held the doll in the air
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she took the scissors,
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cut off all it's fingers!
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AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
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My fingers, bitch!
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So if you're ever down in New Orleans, yeah.
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You might meet an old lady
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she might have a doll
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it might look like you.
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Don't ask about the Voodoo
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stay away from the Voodoo
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leave alone the Voodoo
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muthafuck the Voodoo.
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>>> The Winner Loses (6:31)
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My friend's addicted to cocaine
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smokes day and night
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drives mom and pop insane.
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Living his life in the dark light
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every dollar he gets goes into the pipe.
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He want's to borrow some money from me
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do you think I'm blind
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don't know the score
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can't see?
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You wanna get high as the sky
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You're kissing your life goodbye
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You think it's a game that you play
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But the winners lose it all someday.
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Ya don't know who you are
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are you losin' your mind?
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Things get a little tight he commited a crime.
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Give me your money or give me your life!
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You betta open your pockets because ya,
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ya don't live twice.
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You wanna get high as the sky
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You're kissing your life goodbye
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You think it's a game that you play
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But the winners lose it all someday.
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He took the money to the dope man
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and he said he had the best
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next thing ya knew, cardiac arrest!
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It was a rollercoaster he couldn't get off
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next thing I knew my friends life was lost. Nooooooooo.
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You wanna get high as the sky
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You're kissing your life goodbye
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You think it's a game that you play
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But the winners lose it all someday.
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>>> There Goes the Neighborhood (5:50)
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There goes the neighborhood.
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Here come them fuckin' niggas
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with their fancy cars.
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Who gave them fuckin' niggas
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those rock guitars?
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Who let 'em in the club?
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Did you make 'em pay?
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Who let 'em on the stage?
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Whose lettin' 'em play?
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Don't they know rock's just for whites
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don't they know the rules?
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Those niggers are too hard core
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this shit ain't cool.
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Those blacks want everything
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in the fuckin' world
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that nigga plays so good
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he took my muthafuckin' girl
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there goes the neighborhood.
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There goes the neighborhoooooood,
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There goes the neighborhood,
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There goes the neighborhood
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There goes the neighborhood.
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Da,Da,Da,Da,Da
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We're here.
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We ain't goin' nowhere.
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We're movin' right next door to you,
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Body Count, muthafucka.
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And those of you that don't like it
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can suck, my muthafuckin' dick.
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(Guitar Solo)
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There goes the neighborhood!
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Ha, Ha, Ha
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There goes the neighborhood!
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Ha, Ha, Ha
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There goes the neighborhoooooood!
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There goes the neighborhood!
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Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha
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There goes the neighborhood!
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(Guitar Solo)
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(Drum Solo)
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Here come them fuckin' niggas
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with their fancy cars.
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Who gave them fuckin' niggas
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those rock guitars?
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Who let 'em in the club?
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Did you make 'em pay?
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Who let 'em on the stage?
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Who's lettin' 'em play?
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Don't they know rock's just for whites?
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don't they know the rules?
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Those niggas are too hard core
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this shit ain't cool
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those blacks want everything in the fuckin' world
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that nigga plays so good,
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he took my muthafuckin' girl.
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There goes the neighborhood
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There, There, there, there goes the neighborhoooooood.
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>>> Evil Dick (3:59)
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Evil,dick,evil,dick.
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Evil,dick,evil,dick.
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Evil,dick,evil,dick.
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Evil,dick,evil,dick.
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Evil,dick,evil,dick.
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Evil dick likes warm, wet places,
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evil dick don't care about faces.
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Evil dick likes,young,tiny,small spaces,
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evil dick leaves little gooey telltale traces.
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Evil dick.
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Evil,dick,evil,dick.
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Evil,dick,evil,dick.
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Chorus:
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Late at night evil dick he comes to me he says,
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"Don't sleep alone, don't sleep alone."
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Late at night evil dick he wakes me up he says, "Don't sleep
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alone,
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Don't sleep alone,don't sleep alone,don't sleep alone,
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don't sleep alooooooone."
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Evil,dick,evil,dick.
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Evil,dick,evil,dick.
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I had this girl she said she loved me,
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Thought that there was no one ever above me,
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she wanted to marry
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and have my child,
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but evil dick
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he had to get buck wild.
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Took me out one night
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out with the freaks
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if ever there was pussy, evil dick would seek.
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My girl caught me skeezin' and said
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I wasn't shit!
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I said, "It wasn't me baby,
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it was the muthafucka
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evil dick!"
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(Chorus)
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>>> Momma's Gotta Die Tonight (6:11)
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No, no, no, Mommaaaaa...
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All my life I loved this girl so much
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All my live I loved her simple touch
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She cared for me and put me on this earth
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Oh the pain of just a simple birth
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But I now I find that dhe has left me dumb and blind
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Poisoned, twisted and destroyed my mind
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She taught me things that simply were not true
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She taught me hate for race
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That's why I hate you!
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There's only one way I can make it right
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Momma's gotta die tonight
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There's only one way I can make it right
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Momma's gotta die tonight
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Momma, momma, I always loved my momma,
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I always loved my momma.
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I loved the way she hold me,
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I love the way she talked to me
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She used to teach me a lot of things,
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she taught me good things, she taught me bad things.
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"Don't trust white people, don't trust white people.
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They're no good, they're no good, they're no good.
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They're just gonna rip you off, they're just gonna rip you off.
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Don't trust 'em, don't trust 'em."
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I said, "Why momma?" She said, "I told you
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don't trust 'em they're no good."
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I said, "Momma, I thought we were all the
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same momma, why momma?" She said,
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"Don't ask me any questions.
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Don't you challenge your mutha." Momma.
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So one day I found I fell in love
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and I brought my girlfriend home
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and I introduced her to my mutha and
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she smacked me, was a white girl and
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I said "Why momma? Why momma?
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What did I do wrong?"
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You know, I found out my mutha was an evil woman.
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She hated Puerto Ricans, Mexicans, Jamaicans,
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Indians, Orientals, momma was no good.
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I learned to hate my mutha, hate my mutha.
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So I got some lighter fluid, from the corner store
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and I put it around her bed, and I set her on fire!
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Ha, ha, ha.
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Burn momma, burn momma, burn momma,
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burn bitch burn, burn, burrrrrrn
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Ha, ha, ha. Burn you racist bitch!
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Ha, ha, ha.
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But she wasn't quite dead. She jumped up from the bed
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and I grabbed my Louisville Slugger that she had bought
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me for my twelfth birthday and I came up behind her and
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I hit her, I hit her, I hit her twice. Ha, ha, ha.
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Now she was out.
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I went into the kithcen
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and I got that handy carving knife that we only use on special occasions
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like bullshit Thanksgiving, and I took her and I laid her ol' fucked up
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corpse on the floor and I cut her in little pieces. Cut off her arms,
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her feet, her neck, and I put her in to litle green Hefty bags and I
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put them into my car and I said, "Momma, we're goin' on a vacation, a
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permanent vacation bitch."
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I took some of her around the world to Arizona, New York, Chicago,
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Miami, Oakland. Ha, ha, ha, yo, you wanna go to Connecticut, bitch.
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Ohio, Detroit, Texas, L.A. Who's laughin' now momma, who's laughin' now
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bitch.
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Who's laughin now.
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Ha, ha, ha, ha.
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So if you got a mutha or a grandmutha or a father who wants to carry on
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the same racist bullshit that's fucked this world up from day one, you
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can either look 'em in the face and tell 'em to suck your dick or do
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like Body Count does.
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All my life I loved this girl so much
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All my live I loved her simple touch
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She cared for me and put me on this earth
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Oh the pain of just a simple birth
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But I now I find that dhe has left me dumb and blind
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Poisoned, twisted and destroyed my mind
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She taught me things that simply were not true
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She taught me hate for race
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That's why I hate you!
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There's only one way I can make it right
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Momma's gotta die tonight
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There's only one way I can make it right
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Momma's gotta die tonight
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>>> Cop Killer (4:09)
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I got my black shirt on
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I got my black gloves on
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I got my ski mask on
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This shit's been too long
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I got my twelve gauge sawed off
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I got my headlights turned off
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I'm 'bout to bust some shots off
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I'm 'bout to dust some cops off
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COP KILLER, it's better you than me
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COP KILLER, fuck police brutality!
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COP KILLER, I know your family's grievin'
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(FUCK 'EM!)
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COP KILLER, but tonight we get even
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I got my brain on hype
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Tonight'll be your night
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I got this long-assed knife
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And your neck looks just right
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My adrenalie's pumpin'
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I got my stereo bumpin'
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I'm 'bout to kill me somethin'
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A pig stopped me for nothin'!
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COP KILLER, it's better you than me
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COP KILLER, fuck police brutality!
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COP KILLER, I know your family's grievin'
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(FUCK 'EM!)
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COP KILLER, but tonight we get even
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DIE, DIE, DIE PIG, DIE!
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FUCK THE POLICE! (repeat)
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COP KILLER, it's better you than me
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COP KILLER, fuck police brutality!
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COP KILLER, I know your family's grievin'
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(FUCK 'EM!)
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COP KILLER, but tonight we get even
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FUCK THE POLICE, (repeat)
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FUCK THE POLICE, for Darryl Gates
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FUCK THE POLICE, for Rodney King
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FUCK THE POLICE, for my dead homies
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FUCK THE POLICE, for your feedom
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FUCK THE POLICE, don't be a pussy
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FUCK THE POLICE, have some mutha fuckin' courage
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FUCK THE POLICE, sing along
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COP KILLER! (repeat)
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I'm a muthafuckin' COP KILLER!
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COP KILLER! (repeat)
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