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Yo Moose, stop the car right here.
Alright, give it here, give it here. No man let me do it, cool ice. Stay in the car man, stay in the car. Stay in the car. 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 |
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Body Count, Body Count.
Body Count, Body Count. (YEAH MUTHA FUCKAAAAAA!) Body Count, Body Count. Body Count, Body Count. Body Count, Body Count. Body Count, Body Count, nigga! 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. |
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This weekend,
seventeen youths killed in gang homicides. Now sports. |
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You know sometimes I sit at home, you know,
and I watch T.V. and I wonder what it would be like to live someplace like, you know, the Cosby show, Ozzie and Harriet, you know, where cops come and got your cat outta the tree all your friends died of old age, But you see, I live in South Central Los Angeles and unfortunately... SHIT AIN'T LIKE THAT! IT'S REAL FUCKED UP! 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, 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... |
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A statistic:
At this moment, There are more black males in prison Than in college. |
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Out one night, yo, just chillin' out with my crew
We were actin' wild 'cause I didn't have nothin' else better to do. Got a nine at my waist stay out my fuckin' face. You fuck with me right here'll be your resting place. Some ol' sucka, yo, he tried to put a move on me I shot him in the face, murder, in the first degree. Now I'm sweatin', regrettin', that's not for me they got me locked in the fuckin' penitentiary. Bowels of the devil, let me tell you what the muthafucka eats, its stomach's filled with lost souls guts made out of steel and concrete. Bowels of the devil, listen close, 'cause I've been there before and you don't wanna die there, they call it goin' out the back door, the back door, the back door, the back door. 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. |
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The problem isn't the lyrics on the records.
It's the fear of the white kids liking a black artist. But the real problem is the fear of the white girl falling in love with the black man. |
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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! OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH! Now I'm still in the room with this crazy bitch, and she still had the doll. She said I'll teach you 'bout Voodoo, (Voodoo) you wanna learn about Voodoo (Voodoo) She said I'll teach you 'bout Voodoo. (Voodoo) she said she knew about Voodoo 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. |
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My friend's addicted to cocaine
Smokes day and night Drives mom and pop insane. Living his life in the dark light Every dollar he gets goes into the pipe. He wants to borrow some money from me Do you think I'm blind Don't know the score Can't see? You wanna get high as the sky (you're kissin' your life goodbye) you're kissin' your life goodbye (you think it's a game) you think it's a game that you play (but the winners lose) but the winners lose it all someday. Ya don't know who you are Are you losin' your mind? Things get a little tight he committed a crime. Give me your money or give me your life! You better empty your pockets because ya, Ya don't live twice. You wanna get high as the sky (you're kissin' your life goodbye) you're kissin' your life goodbye (you think it's a game) you think it's a game that you play (but the winners lose) but the winners lose it all someday. He took the money to the dope man And he said he had the best Next thing ya knew, cardiac arrest! It was a rollercoaster, he couldn't get off Next thing I knew my friends' life was lost. nooooooooo. 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. |
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There goes the neighborhood.
Here come them fuckin' niggas with their fancy cars. Who gave them fuckin' niggas those rock guitars? Who let 'em in the club? Did you make 'em pay? Who let 'em on the stage? Whose lettin' 'em play? 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. |
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On Oprah today, we discuss male promiscuity.
Why men are constantly in the search for sex, and new sexual partners. |
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Evil dick
Evil, dick, evil, dick. Evil, dick, evil, dick. Evil dick likes warm, wet places, evil dick don't care about faces. Evil dick likes, young, tiny, small spaces, evil dick leaves little gooey telltale traces. Evil dick. Evil, dick, evil, dick. Evil, dick, evil, dick. Late at night evil dick he comes to me he says, "Don't sleep alone, don't sleep alone." Late at night evil dick he wakes me up he says, "Don't sleep alone, don't sleep alone, don't sleep alone, don't sleep alone, don't sleep aloooooooooone." Evil, dick, evil, dick. Evil, dick, evil, dick. I had this girl she said she loved me, thought there was no one ever above me, she wanted to marry and have my child, but evil dick he had to get buck wild. Took me out one night out with the freaks if ever there was pussy, evil dick would seek. My girl caught me skeezin' she said I wasn't shit! I said, "It wasn't me, baby. it was the muthafucka evil dick!" Late at night evil dick he comes to me he says, "Don't sleep alone, don't sleep alone." Late at night evil dick he wakes me up he says, "Don't sleep alone, don't sleep alone, don't sleep alone, don't sleep alone, don't sleep aloooooooooone." Evil, dick, evil, dick. Evil, dick, evil, dick. And when evil dick has its way, it sounds a little like this. AH, AH, AH, AH, OH, OH, OH, OH COME HERE BABY, COME HERE BABY, AH, AH, AH, AH, YEAH, YEAH, YEAH, OH SHIT, OH, OH OH, OH... DAMN DICK! Evil, dick, evil, dick. Evil, dick, evil, dick. Late at night evil dick he comes to me he says, "Don't sleep alone, don't sleep alone." Late at night evil dick he wakes me up he says, "Don't sleep alone, don't sleep alone, don't sleep alone, don't sleep alone, don't sleep aloooooooooone." |
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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. |
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No, no, no, Mommaaaaa...
All my life I loved this girl so much, all my life I loved her simple touch. She cared for me and put me on this earth, oh the pain of just a simple birth. But now I find that she has left me dumb and blind, poisoned, twisted, and destroyed my mind. She taught me things that simply were not true she taught me hate for race that's why I hate you! There's only one way I can make it right, momma's gotta die tonight. There's only one way I can make it right, momma's gotta die tonight. Momma, momma, I always loved my momma, I always loved my momma. I loved the say she hold me, I love the way she talked to me. She used to teach me a lot of things, she taught me good things, she taught me bad things. "Don't trust white people, don't trust white people. Don't trust white people, they're no good, they're no good, they're no good, they're no good. They're just gonna rip you off, they're just gonna rip you off. Don't trust 'em, don't trust 'em." I said, "Why momma?", she said, "I told you don't trust 'em they're no good." I said, "Momma, I thought we were all the same momma, why momma?" She said, "Don't ask me any questions. Don't you challenge your mutha." Momma. So one day I found I fell in love and I brought my girlfriend home and I introduced her to my mutha and she smacked me, was a white girl and I said, "Why momma? Why momma? What did I do wrong?" You know, I found out my mutha was a evil woman. She hated Puerto Ricans, Mexicans, Jamaicans, Indians, Orientals, momma was no good. I learned to hate my mutha, hate my mutha. So I got some, ha ha, some lighter fluid, from the corner store and I put it around her bed, and I set her on fire! Ha, ha, ha. Burn momma, burn momma, burn momma, burn bitch burn, burn, burrrrrn. Ha, ha, ha. Burn you racist bitch! Ha, ha, ha. But she wasn't quite dead. She jumped up from the bed and I grabbed my Louisville Slugger that she had bought me for my twelfth birthday and I came up behind her and I hit her, I hit her, I hit her twice. Ha, ha, ha. Now she was out. I went into the kitchen and I got that handy carving knife that we only use on special occasions like bullshit Thanksgiving, and I took her and I laid her ol' fucked up corpse on the floor and I cut her in little bitty pieces. Cut off her arms, her feet, her neck, and I put her into little green hefty bags and I put it into my car and I said, "Momma, we're goin' on a vacation, a permanent vacation bitch." I took some of her around the world to Arizona, New York, Chicago, Atlanta, Miami, Oakland. Ha, ha, ha, yo, you wanna go to Connecticut, bitch. Ohio, Detroit, Texas, L.A. Whose laughin' now momma, whose laughin' now bitch, whose laughin' now. Ha, ha, ha, ha. So if you got a mutha or a grandmutha or a father who wants to carry on the same racist bullshit that's fucked this world up from day one, you can either look 'em in the face and tell 'em to suck your dick or do like Body Count does. All my life I loved this girl so much, all my life I loved her simple touch. She cared for me and put me on this earth oh the pain of just a simple birth. Right now I find that she has left me dumb and blind poisoned, twisted, and destroyed my mind. She taught me things that simply were not true she taught me hate for race that's why I hate you! There's only one way I can make it right, momma's gotta die tonight. There's only one way I can make it right, momma's gotta die tonight. |
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