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, thatīs not my job. my jobīs not to help your fuckinī ass out."
I mean, um, you know I donīt have any other way to get home.
"thatīs not my job, asshole."
Well uh, could you tell me what your job is?
"right now my job is eatinī these doughnuts, or maybe...
Hey, wait a minute. arenīt you--"
Yup.
2. Body Countīs In The House
ody 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 countīs in the house, body count.
Body countīs in the house, body count.
Body countīs in the house, body count.
Body countīs in the house, body count.
Body countīs in the house, body count.
Body countīs in the house, body count.
Body countīs in the house, body count.
Body countīs in the house, body count.
On the bass I got my main muthafucka called mooseman.
Layinī 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 Iīm ice mother fuckinī t, bitch.
Come on come on, make some noise.
Yeah, goddamn it.
Come on, come on, come on, come on.
Come on.
Body countīs in the house, body count.
Body countīs in the house, body count.
Body countīs in the house, body count.
Body countīs in the house, body count.
Body countīs in the house, body count.
Body countīs in the house, body count.
Body countīs in the house, body count.
Body countīs in the house, body count.
Uh!
Yeah!
Uh!
Come on!
Yeah!
Make some noise!
Bc, bc bc.
Body count, muthafuckas!
Body countīs 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 ainīt like that! itīs 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 worldīs insane
While you drink champagne
And Iīm livinī in black rain.
You try to ban the a.k.,
I got ten of īem 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 youīd 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 worldīs insane
While you drink champagne
And Iīm livinī in black rain,
Donīt you hear the guns
You stupid, dumb, dick suckinī, 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 chillinī out with my crew
We were actinī wild
īcause I didnīt have nothinī else better to do.
Got a nine at my waist
Stay out my fuckinī face.
You fuck with me
Right hereīll be your resting place.
Some olī sucka, yo, he tried to put a move on me
I shot him in the face,
Murder, in the first degree.
Now Iīm sweatinī, regrettinī,
Thatīs not for me
They got me locked in the fuckinī penitentiary.
Bowels of the devil,
Let me tell you what the muthafucka eats,
Its stomachīs filled with lost souls
Guts made out of steel and concrete.
Bowels of the devil,
Listen close, īcause Iīve been there before
And you donīt wanna die there,
They call it goinī out the back door,
The back door, the back door, the back door.
Walked in the club all the hoīs gave me the sex look
They like a nigga like me īcause Iīm a known crook,
And my posseīs down, we donīt mess around,
You fuck with us,
Youīll be six feet underground.
That night they got me locked in a row called death
The governor, that muthafucka wants my last breath.
Thatīs right, homeboy wanted to pull a switch on me
Up here in this fuckinī penitentiary.
Bowels of the devil,
Let me tell you what the sucka eats,
Its stomachīs filled with my homeboys
Guts made out of steel and concrete.
Bowels of the devil,
Listen close, īcause Iīve been there before
And you donīt wanna die there,
They call it goinī 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 stomachīs filled with my homeboys
Guts made out of steel and concrete.
Bowels of the devil,
Listen close, īcause Iīve been there before
And you donīt wanna die there,
They call it goinī out the back door,
The bowels of the devil,
Let me tell you what that sucka eats,
Its stomachīs filled with lost souls
Guts made out of steel and concrete.
Bowels of the devil,
Listen close, īcause Iīve been there before
And you donīt wanna die there,
They call it goinī out the back door,
The back door, the back door, the back door.
7. The Real Problem
The problem isnīt the lyrics on the records.
Itīs the fear of the white kids liking a black artist.
But the real problem is the fear of the white girl
Falling in love with the black man.
8. Kkk Bitch
Aw yeah, whatīs up out there? bcīs in the house. right
About now, I wanna tell you a little love story, you know
What Iīm sayinī, this is a body count love story check out
The lyrics, you know, Iīm a tell you ībout 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 muthafuckinī vacuum,
Said "I love you, but my daddy donīt play,
Heīs the fuckinī 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 Iīm sayinī. so we was down south fallinī in
Love, you know, d-roc had this nazi girl, my man
Mooseman had a skinhead, I fell in love with tipper goreīs
Two twelve year old nieces. it was wild, you know what Iīm
Sayinī, it got even worse, you know.
So one night they took us to a meetinī
White sheets, white hoods, no room for seatinī
There was skinheads, naziīs and crazies,
Talkinī ībout black people pushinī 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
Talkinī ībout killinī 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 tryinī to say is body count loves
Everybody. we love mexican girls, black girls, oriental girls,
It really donīt matter. if you from mars, and you got a pussy,
We will fuck you. you know, thatīs all weīre sayinī, word.
So every year when body count comes around
We throw an orgy in every little southern town.
Kkkīs, skinheads, and nazi
Girls break their necks
To get to the party.
It ainīt like their men canīt nut,
Their dickīs too little
And they just canīt fuck.
So we get buck wild with the white freaks
We show them how to really work the white sheets.
I know her daddyīll really be after me,
When his grandsonīs 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 sheīd teach me ībout voodoo
She said she knew about voodoo (voodoo)
She said sheīd teach me ībout 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 Iīm still in the room with this crazy bitch,
And she still had the doll.
She said Iīll teach you ībout voodoo, (voodoo)
You wanna learn about voodoo (voodoo)
She said Iīll teach you ībout 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 youīre ever down in new orleans, yeah.
You might meet an old lady
She might have a doll
It might look like you.
Donīt ask about the voodoo (voodoo)
Stay away from voodoo (voodoo)
Leave alone the voodoo, (voodoo)
Motherfuck the voodoo.
11. The Winner Loses
My friendīs 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 Iīm blind
Donīt know the score
Canīt see?
You wanna get high as the sky
(youīre kissinī your life goodbye) youīre kissinī your life goodbye
(you think itīs a game) you think itīs a game that you play
(but the winners lose) but the winners lose it all someday.
Ya donīt know who you are
Are you losinī 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 donīt live twice.
You wanna get high as the sky
(youīre kissinī your life goodbye) youīre kissinī your life goodbye
(you think itīs a game) you think itīs 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 couldnīt get off
Next thing I knew my friendsī life was lost. nooooooooo.
You think itīs a game, you think itīs a game,
You think itīs a game, you think itīs a game,
You think itīs a game, you think itīs a game,
You think itīs a game, you think itīs a game,
You think itīs a game, you think itīs a game,
You think itīs a game, you think itīs a game,
You think itīs a game, you think itīs a game,
You think itīs a game, you think itīs a game,
You think itīs a game, you think itīs a game,
You think itīs a game, you think itīs a game,
You think itīs a game, you think itīs a game,
You think itīs a game, you think itīs a game,
You wanna get high as the sky
(youīre kissinī your life goodbye) youīre kissinī your life goodbye
(you think itīs a game) you think itīs a game that you play
(but the winners lose) but the winners lose it all someday.
You wanna get high as the sky
(youīre kissinī your life goodbye) youīre kissinī your life goodbye
(you think itīs a game) you think itīs a game that you play
(but the winners lose) but the winners lose it all someday.
You wanna get high as the sky
(youīre kissinī your life goodbye) youīre kissinī your life goodbye
(you think itīs a game) you think itīs 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 fuckinī niggas
With their fancy cars.
Who gave them fuckinī niggas
Those rock guitars?
Who let īem in the club?
Did you make īem pay?
Who let īem on the stage?
Whose lettinī īem play?
Donīt they know rockīs just for whites
Donīt they know the rules?
Those niggers are too hard core
This shit ainīt cool.
Those blacks want everything
In the fuckinī world
That nigga plays so good
He took my muthafuckinī 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
Weīre here,
We ainīt goinī nowhere.
Weīre movinī right next door to you,
Body count, muthafucka.
And those of you that donīt like it
Can suck, my muthafuckinī 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 fuckinī niggas
With their fancy cars.
Who gave them fuckinī niggas
Those rock guitars?
Who let īem in the club?
Did you make īem pay?
Who let īem on the stage?
Whose lettinī īem play?
Donīt they know rockīs just for whites
Donīt they know the rules?
Those niggas are too hard core
This shit ainīt cool.
Those blacks want everything in the fuckinī world.
That nigga plays so good,
He took my muthafuckinī girl.
There goes the neighborhood
There, there, there, there goes the neighborhood.
13. Oprah
On oprah today, we discuss male promiscuity.
Why men are constantly in the search for sex,
And new sexual partners.
14. Evil Dick
Evil dick
Evil, dick, evil, dick.
Evil, dick, evil, dick.
Evil dick likes warm, wet places,
Evil dick donīt care about faces.
Evil dick likes, young, tiny, small spaces,
Evil dick leaves little gooey telltale traces.
Evil dick.
Evil, dick, evil, dick.
Evil, dick, evil, dick.
Late at night evil dick he comes to me he says,
"donīt sleep alone, donīt sleep alone."
Late at night evil dick he wakes me up he says, "donīt sleep
Alone,
Donīt sleep alone, donīt sleep alone, donīt sleep alone, donīt 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 skeezinī she said
I wasnīt shit!
I said, "it wasnīt me, baby.
It was the muthafucka
Evil dick!"
Late at night evil dick he comes to me he says,
"donīt sleep alone, donīt sleep alone."
Late at night evil dick he wakes me up he says, "donīt sleep
Alone,
Donīt sleep alone, donīt sleep alone, donīt sleep alone, donīt 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,
"donīt sleep alone, donīt sleep alone."
Late at night evil dick he wakes me up he says, "donīt sleep
Alone,
Donīt sleep alone, donīt sleep alone, donīt sleep alone, donīt sleep
Aloooooooooone."
15. Body Count Anthem
ody count, body count, body count, body count,
Body count, body count, body count.
Bc, bc, bc, bc, (motherfucker)
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. Mommaīs 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
Thatīs why I hate you!
Thereīs only one way I can make it right,
Mommaīs gotta die tonight.
Thereīs only one way I can make it right,
Mommaīs 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.
"donīt trust white people, donīt trust white people.
Donīt trust white people, theyīre no good, theyīre no good,
Theyīre no good, theyīre no good.
Theyīre just gonna rip you off, theyīre just gonna rip you off.
Donīt trust īem, donīt trust īem."
I said, "why momma?", she said, "I told you donīt
Trust īem theyīre no good."
I said, "momma, I thought we were all the same momma,
Why momma?" she said, "donīt ask me any questions.
Donīt 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 wasnīt 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 olī
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, weīre goinī 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 laughinī now momma, whose laughinī now bitch,
Whose laughinī 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 thatīs
Fucked this world up from day one,
You can either look īem in the face and tell īem 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
Thatīs why I hate you!
Thereīs only one way I can make it right,
Mommaīs gotta die tonight.
Thereīs only one way I can make it right,
Mommaīs gotta die tonight.
17. Out In The Parking Lot
This next record is dedicated to some personal friends of mine.
The l.a.p.d.
For every cop that has ever taken advantage of somebody,
Beat īem down or hurt īem,
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 fuckinī police,
Iīd like to take a pig out here in this parkinī lot,
And shoot īem in their muthafuckinī 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 shitīs been too long.
I got my twelve gauge sawed off.
I got my headlights turned off.
Iīm ībout to bust some shots off.
Iīm ībout to dust some cops off.
Iīm a cop killer, better you than me.
Cop killer, fuck police brutality!
Cop killer, I know your familyīs grieving,
(fuck īem!)
Cop killer, but tonight we get even, ha ha.
I got my brain on hype.
Tonightīll be your night.
I got this long-assed knife.
And your neck looks just right.
My adrenalineīs pumpinī.
I got my stereo bumpinī.
Iīm ībout to kill me somethinī.
A pig stopped me for nuthinī!
Cop killer, better you than me.
Cop killer, fuck police brutality!
Cop killer, I know your mommaīs 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.
Iīm a cop killer, fuck police brutality!
Cop killer, I know your familyīs grieving,
(fuck īem!)
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, donīt be a pussy.
Fuck the police, have some muthafuckinī 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! Iīm a muthafuckinī
Cop killer!
Cop killer, better you than me.
Cop killer, fuck police brutality!
Cop killer, I know your mommaīs grieving,
(fuck her!)
Cop killer, but tonight we get even!
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