Body Count

Body Count tracks

Lyrics

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. K.K.K. 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

(Instrumental)




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!

Oooooooooooooooh!

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 WINNERS 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




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. FREEDOM OF SPEECH

A-yo ice, man.
I'm working on this term paper for college
What's the First Amendment ?

Freedom of speech, that's some motherfuckin' bullshit
You say the wrong thing, they'll lock your ass up quick
The fcc says "profanity - no airplay"?
They can suck my dick while i take a shit all day
Think i give a fuck about some silly bitch named gore?
Yo pmrc, here we go, raw
Yo tip, what's the matter? you ain't gettin' no dick?
You're bitchin' about rock'n'roll, that's censorship,
Dumb bitch
The constitution says we all got a right to speak
Say what we want tip, your argument is weak
Censor records, tv, school books too
And who decides what's right to hear? you?
Hey pmrc, you stupid fuckin' assholes
The sticker on the record is what makes 'em sell gold
Can't you see, you alcoholic idiots
The more you try to suppress us, the larger we get

You have the right to remain silent
Fuck that right! i want the right to talk
I want the right to speak, i want the right to walk
Where i wanna, yell and i'm gonna
Tell and rebel every time i'm on a
Microphone on the stage cold illin'
The knowledge i drop will be heard by millions
We ain't the problems, we ain't the villains
It's the suckers deprivin' the truth from our children
You can't hide the fact, jack
There's violence in the streets every day,
Any fool can recognise that
But you try to lie and lie
And say america's some motherfuckin' apple pie
Yo, you gotta be high to believe that
You're gonna change the world by a sticker
On a record sleeve
Cos once you take away my right to speak
Everybody in the world's up shit creek

Let me tell you about down south
Where a motherfucker might as well not even have a mouth
Columbus, georgia, said they'd lock me up
If i got on the stage in my show and said "fuck"
So i thought for a minute and said "no,
I wasn't even gonna do a damned show"
Cos for me to change my words from my rhymes
Is never gonna happen cos there's no sell outs on mine
But i vowed to get those motherfuckers one day
They even arrested bobby brown and cool j
Yo, they got their's comin', cos i'm mad and i'm gunnin'
Homeboys, and there's no runnin'
I'm gonna tell you how i feel about you
No bull, no lies, no slack, just straight fact
Columbus, georgia, you can suck my dick
You ain't nothin' but a piece of fuckin' shit
On the damned map

Freedom of speech, let 'em take it from me
Next they'll take it from you, then what you gonna do?
Let 'em censor books, let 'em censor art
Pmrc, this is where the witch hunt starts
You'll censor what we see, we read, we hear, we learn
The books will burn
You better think it out
We should be able to say anything,
Our lungs were meant to shout
Say what we feel, yell out what's real
Even though it may not bring mass appeal
Your opinion is yours, my opinion is mine
If you don't like what i'm sayin'? fine
But don't close it, always keep an open mind
A man who fails to listen is blind
We only got one right left in the world today
Let me have it or throw the constitution away

What they're trying to do with radio, with this, uh, Mccarron-walter
Act and a lot of other ways,
Is start by saying that they're
Protecting the public from wicked rock bands, or girlie magazines, or Whatever
But, if you follow the chain of dominoes that falls down,
What they're really trying to do is shut off
Our access to information
Itself

If they can't do it by law they know
There's other ways to do it




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 !