BODY COUNT LYRICS

1. Body M/f Count

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Body muthafuckin' count

2. Masters Of Revenege

1994 BC Rise

[Chorus:]
Masters of revenge
Masters of payback
Inciters of chaos
Messengers of rage

All we wanna do to you
Is what you did to us
All we wanna take from you
Is what you stole from us

[Chorus]
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You can't kill us
We're already dead
You can't kill us
We're already dead
You can't kill the truth
You're already dead

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You took my past
I want your future
You took your future
You took my parents
We want your children

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There can never be justice
On stolen land
There's nowhere to run
You can't excape fate

[Chorus]
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Payback muthafuckas

3. Killin' Floor

No
Help

It's the killin' floor, killin' floor
Yeah
Ah
Killin' floor
No
Killin' floor
Ah
Killin' floor

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4. Necessary Evil

Necessary evil

Look outside my window,
I still see a fucked up world
Waking up to helicopter and car alarams,
Does this happen where you live?
Gunshots sound in my my mind
I don't flinch anymore
When i see niggas in my hood,
They're holdin' their dicks tight

Yo, fuck my landlord
I'm a step away from clearing this shotgun
To erase the problem
Does this happen where you live?
Just had steak and lobster last night
Now i gotta rob a liquor store
But it seems so normal
Because it's necessary evil

[Chorus]

Car hit my dog, babies die, raped in a
Stairwell, cop killed a little girl,
Armed robbery, shooter of a drive-by,
Smokin' cain, sellin' joints in jr High
Head from a minor, sex with animals,
Butthole surfers, a fucked up rehearsal,
Lost pawn ticket, wrecked my father's car
Can't pay my school loan, major jack move,
Holy underwear
Stuck in the pen, forced in a gang, plain
Wrapped food,
Fucked up presidents, sleepin' through trash day
Hit a police car, gettin' laid off, gotta pay
Taxes, gridlock traffic,
Jealous muthafuckas, bitch tried to do me,
Hit and run,
I got a fat bitch pregnant

Necessary evil

Little white kid with a kool-aid smile
Training wheels on his bike thought the
Called me a nigga
Pushed that little bastard in traffic so graphic,
He was holdin' his bike tight
He was a victim of fucked up explaining
An american example of fucked training
When the fuckin' bus connected, he flew like knievel
I was just necessary evil

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Necessary evil

5. Drive By

You killed my fuckin' brotha
Payback muthafucka
1 - 8 - 7 nigga
Watch me pull this fuckin' trigga

Revenge

Drive-by

6. Last Breath

Oooooohhh am I dreamin' ?
Oooooohhh am I dreamin' ?
Am I alone ?
Oooooohhh am I dreamin' ?
Am I alone ?
Yeah

I like to wait 'til late nite, 'til you
Muthafuckas sleep
I crawl in through your window and I
Muthafuckin' creep
I catch you little punk ass kids asleep in your beds,
And I take out my knife and I cut off your
Muthafuckin' heads
I want your last breath
I want your last breath

[Chorus]
You're not dreamin'
You're not alone

Oh I want your last breath, your
Last breath, your last breath
I want your last breath

So you go downstairs to see if everything is alright
You're afraid you're alone and it's late on a rainy night
Are you asleep or awake you don't know
As you turn around,
And my rusty blade cuts you open and you hit the ground
I want your last breath
I want your last breath

[Chorus]

You're no dreamin'

7. Hey Joe

Hey Joe,
Where you goin' with that gun in your hand ?
Hey Joe,
Where you goin' with that gun in your hand ?

Goin' down to shot my old lady
You know I caught her mess around with another man,
Goin' down to shot my old lady
You know I caught her mess around with another man,
That ain't too good

Hey Joe,
Heard you shot your woman down,
Hey Joe,
Heard you shot your lady down,

Yes I did, I shot her
You know, I caught that girl mess around town

Yes I did, I shot her
You know, I caught that girl mess around town
I took out my gun,
Then I shot her

I shot her

Hey Joe,
Where you gonna run to now?
Hey Joe,
Where you gonna run to now?
Where you gonna go?

Goin' way down south,
Way down to mexico way
Goin' way down south,
Way down where I can be free,

Ain't no hangman gonna,
Get a rope around me,
Ain't no hangman gonna,
Get a rope around me

8. Shallow Graves

[Chorus:]
You give me for honor (graves)
Where your soldeirs lay (graves)
They're so far away (graves)
The home of the brave (graves)

I won't die in your bullshit wars no more
I won't fight to my death for you
I won't watch my poor mama cry no more
Muthafuck your red, white and blue

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Thousands of men go to war to fight for
Politics which they don't understand
Murder people who they never met
When they make it home they're
Considered a vet
Fire drops from the sky as the young boys die

Far from home, all alone, it's a sin
All you get in return in a shit shallow grave
Cause in war there's no way you can win

Mia, yeah right, you think they give a fuck,
You're just pawns in the game off the board
Brainwashed to the point where you kill at
The drop of a dime
But it's not called a crime
Vietnam, persian gulf, did we win ? Did we lose ?
Thousands die, human beings you choose
Once in you're owned by the man,
Uncle sam is his name, you're his slave,
Shallow graves

[Chorus]

You give me for honor

9. Surviving The Game

Yeah Yeah

Murder, death

As I search to analyze reality, the true
Meaning of life,
Out simple existence means nothing
God has a gun, the truth, life is a slow noose
He's invincible
Better watch his knife,
There is no escape from the slow kill
When it's time to go god serves a death blow,
You have no choice, don't even try
The only choice is suicide

Surviving the game

No escape

No one's ever escaped

Die

10. Who Are You

You say that I hang out all night, that's okay,
'Cause you drink all muthafuckin' day
You come home hit mom, smack mom, beat mom,
Raise another brew to your face with you
Swollen palm
Then you come in my room talkin' crazy shit
Sayin' I'm high, I'm on dope and I better quit
Muthafucka, if I was high you would die,
Hit my mom once more and it's bye-bye

[Chorus:]

Who are you tryin' to judge me ?
Get the fuck out my face
Who put you so above me ?
Clear the fuck out my space

You say that I want sex all the time
That's all that seems to be on my muthafuckin' mind
Well that's right I want sex all the time
That's all that seems to be on my muthafuckin' mind
Well that's right I want sex every minute,
Every hour of the day,
Of the week, all the muthafuckin' time
But hold up who are you tryin' to talk shit,
You'll hit your knees suckin' dick with a quickness
In the park, dark, car, grass, lickin' nuts,
Suckin' butt,
With your tongue up my fuckin' ass,

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Get the fuck out my face

Yeah

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You need to stay the fuck out my face
Stay the fuck out my got damnned face

11. Street Lobotomy

Drugs, liquor, drugs

I love to smoke crack
I love to shoot smack
I love to fuckin' drink
I love my smoke when it stinks
I need it in my veins
I need it in my brain
What has it done to me,
Street lobotomy

[Chorus]
My brain - melted - down
Brain - melted - down - lobotomy

Need some more dope man
Yeah got
Any acid dude
Got any ludes

[Chorus]

Drugs, liquor, drugs ?

I love to do blow
That's the way to go
You got some PCP ?
How 'bout some LSD ?
I'm havin' lots of fun
I might as well use a gun
Don't even ask my why
Maybe I wanna die

[Chorus]

12. Born Dead

1994 BC still in the house They did
Everything they could do to take us out
But like any good monster that just made us stronger
You see, they don't like us and they don't like you,
The BC fan,
'Cause they know we stand for three things
Truth, justice and fuck the american way
That word justice got me fucked up though
Twenty cops in the street, two go to jail
Thousands of people died in wars
Overseas and it's justice ?
You think they give a fuck about us ?
You're a fool

Born yellow,
Born brown,
Born red,
Born black,
Born dead
Dead
Born dead

Born asian,
Born jewish,
Born latino,
Born poor,
Born dead
Dead
Born dead

But you don't hear me though

Dead
New York , Atlanta, Chicago, Oakland, Miami, Detroit

Every day I gotta get out my muthafuckin' bed,
Put on my muthafuckin' gun,
Down in my muthafuckin' gun,
Down in my muthafuckin' pants, 'cause
Muthafucka's out here is trippin'

How the fuck you gonna get up every morning
Tryin' to worry about if you gonna make it to the next evening
Do you understand ?
Sometimes we take for granted
The little things like food, like freedom

Born in somalia,
Born in south america,
Born in south africa,
Born in south central,
Born dead
Dead

Born dead







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