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<Danny>
(knock knock) Yeah 1,2,1,2 let me get this tape recorder rolling Eh yeah this is eh Danny from Big Hair rock magazine, i'm here with Ice T, eh Ice can we ask you a few questions about the new Body Count album? <Ice> Yeah, what is it, what what wa's up wa's up wa's up? <Danny> On the last album we didn't really feel that the group was up to par with today's metal standards. <Ice> Yeah whatever you know you know it's our second album you know we tried to bring you know get real, you know make you feel it... <Danny> Yeah well, I didnt feel it, I thought the guitar plaing was like a daisicle, the vocals were sub-standard. <Ice> Yeah well dude you know like we tried our best, you know what I'm sayin', we we we've been around the world, we did a lot of good shows, and a lot of people liked that last album. <Danny> Yeah but I mean me personally, I've been a metal head for years, I grew up on rock roll and I just didn't feel it. <Ice> Eh, yeah dude I understand what you're trying to- <Danny> I mean to be honest Ice T, I don't even think you should be in rock any more, I I I I can't feel what you do. <Ice> Eh yeah I understand man, but you know you're not- <Danny> Look Ice, I just don't feel what you guys are doin'. <Ice> Yeah dude, feel this! (shoots twice) |
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Yo it's my way, no way,
get dumped on the highway. Buck, buck feel the blast from my gun spray. Yea, you're gettin drowned in the blood, a bug, thug, feel the cops catchin slugs. Yo, it's my way, I slay, I play, you stay down, you f**k around in my town, you drown. F**k you, f**k them, f**k that, we come back through, murderin your crew - what! You don't know shit about my lifestyle, it's buckwild, late night gunfights, three strikes, I'd rather fight. Caught in the street, ya get beat down ta raw meat, f**kin with me and the Breed, you'll soon bleed. Yeah, it's Raw Breed - BC killin overseas , droppin off rooftops, punks hang from trees. Night vision, incision, the opposition, It's never your decision. My way! You can't tell me jack shit, suck my dick, out my face with that drama, I'll kill your f**kin mama. Iller than a postal worker, born to murder, suckas in my face with that bullshit die quick. It's Bizarra, ha, cause mad horror, it's the dusted world of Bizarra. High on acid, the ghetto bastard, yo punk I'll put your ass in a casket. You in a world of shit, f**kin with the Syndicate, We pack full clips, and then we're done with it. Come with it, we get it on yo, you ain't lastin, demolishin, the demolishion. Piss on your grave, a killin craze. In your town right now on any stage. Who the f**k are you? Trying ta diss my crew? Who dies tonight bitch? - You! My way! I will do what I choose, and if I loose Well then I loose, My Way! This is my f**kin' life, and if I die Well then I die, My Way! |
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Suck the rangers dick , bring him to mothafuckin pain,
Suck the sheeys up my ass crack, act like my balls are full of oxygen and your drowning bitch, Play real, all that old im cute and, Bitch go get a basketball player, this is rock bitch |
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A porno star, you're in 3-D,
you're right in front of me, under the strobe lights, moving that ass right, lap dance, I'm 'bout to bust in my pants. Goddamn baby, take my money, take my life, I'll diss friends, I'll leave my wife. Every night I'm in the front row waitin. Contemplating, masturbating. Tell me what to do and it's done, You whisper in my ear tell me I'm the one, last night I think I gave you 15 hun, but as for a date, I can't get one. Strippers I want my dick sucked. Strippers I wanna bust a nut. (MONOLOGUE) CHORUS You're worse than a whore, you won't fuck. I wanna fuck you so damn bad I'll give you anything you want you can have my pad. Girl I'll kill for you, take my jewels, my cash. Just put that pussy on my dick and baby move that ass. Your tits are so fat, I wanna suck 'em dry Push your clit near my face, I just might try Stick that ass out, stick it out baby, you simulate your suckin my dick drives me crazy. I wanna ram it in your ass right now, tonight baby I think I gave ya damn near two thou, you push your puss on my dick you make my balls turn blue - Don't make me rape you. Strippers CHORUS |
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Lies, betrayal, lies
truth or death. Lies, betrayal, lies. Who the fuck can I trust the whole fuckin' world is built on deception, false perception, look you dead in the eye and lie, your best friend'll stab you in the back yo, what the fuck is that. Politicians lie, what the fuck is that your lover lies, what the fuck is that. The police lies, what the fuck is that the church fuckin' lies, what the fuck is that. CHORUS Somebody tell me where's the truth every holy book is written by man probably by a liar's hand and if you feel that public schools are teachin' truth to the youth, motherfucka you livin' a lie too. Lawyers lie, what the fuckis that doctorslie, what the fuck is that doctors lie, what the fuck is that your mother and father lie, what the fuck is that You lie to yourself yo, what the fuck is that There is no truth only varaiations of lies. Don't try to figure it out honesty is extinct and if it ever did exist the human race took it out. |
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Electrocution
Gassed Shot in the head Car crashed Overdosed Strangulation Burnt alive Violent demise You're goin down hard Violent demise Violent demise You're goin down hard Violent demise Decapitated Drowned Assassinated Gunned down Stabbed in the neck Suicide Buried alive Violent demise CHORUS Live your life, you probably won't live to see 25. Those trusted to protect you will get you. Watch your back you still die. Every man must die, we walk around in this illusion called life. You gotta go for it now there's no time, there's no time. Violent demise Mutilated Hit Poisoned to death Skull split Disemboweled Skinned Spikes in your eyes Violent demise CHORUS |
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The moment I laid eyes on you
I knew a close encounter was inevitable Now we're alone Your eyes staring deep into my soul Together we sit in darkness You know I want you Your voice sounds like a God in head You know I am you Don't ask my name, it don't matter at all You know that love just ain't my style I feel the heat of your lust in the air We have no choices left As you walk into the vampire's eyes Let me bring it to pain You say your love is a spiritual thing I hear you You lick your lips like a lioness I fear you You touch me and my blood runs cold Am I the hunter or hunted? God put us here together tonight You can't escape fate Let me bring it to pain My tongue journeys deep inside you Your juices arouse me I am your slave tonight and forever Dominate me, rape me Your orgasm so wild, it's a trip We cum together as one You say you gotta have it hard and rough Is this rough enough? Let me bring it to pain |
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I loved her with my heart and soul,
gave her everything diamonds and gold. She stabbed me in the back, fucked my friends, partied in my house, bitch wrecked my benz. I used to love her she did me wrong, now she's gone. I trusted her with cash and jewels, she laughed in my face, called me a fool. The love I gave to her was in vain. Now I think it's time to return the pain. I came home one night, she was in my bed with my best friend giving him head. What really pissed me off about this shit, the bitch had never even sucked my dick. CHORUS |
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I love you, and will always love you.
When I'm without you I feel so alone. When I was young I didn't know you existed, but introduced to you still as a child. Mom and dad used to fight about you each night, to obtain you wasn't easy for certain types. As I grew too many friends died over you, I didn't have you so my sex life was none. I needed you and street life was the answer, I found you with the use of a gun! Money - can kill men. Money - controls sin. Money - can move all. Money - is true power. Root of all evil. As I grew my love for you became deeper, addicted to you, I was sprung on your juice. The more of you I possessed, the more power anything could be obtained with your use. But the quest for you spelled pain for my victims, cause for you I'd take a life without thought. Anything in my way would be chopped down, cause for me happiness would be bought! CHORUS People lie and say you really don't matter, Singers front and say they really don't care. If they don't want you, yo well send you to me then, cause you and I are in an endless affair. CHORUS |
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I don't remember my mama,
dad sold crack all night. My life was fucked from the jumpstreet, now this kite I write. Never had half a fuckin chance, my whole trial I was broke. Circumstantial that's bullshit, my defense was a joke! (You go in a motherfuckin courtroom, with a fuckin public defender - the public defender works with the fuckin D.A.! Motherfuckers ain't got no chance, you ain't got no money you're fucked, you're fucked!) Now this cell is my residence, my address is The Row. 24 hour lock down, when they'll kill me who knows ? Guilty - we the unfree! Dead men walking Guilty - we the unfree! Dead men walking I'm a genius from books now, Never read on the street. Never lifted a fuckin weight, now my boys concrete. Filed a hundred appeals or more, no response from the state. Get no phone calls or visits, My mentality's hate! (When I was on the street I had mother- fuckin boys, where's my bitch ? She won't even accept my fuckin phone calls! Yo, they better not let me up out this mother- fucka, you this shit's on, fuck that word!) I get visits from doctors, analyzing the ill. Families pray for my death now, vengeance lays for the kill. CHORUS (Does the defendant have any final words he would like to say to the court ? Yeah, I got somethin I'd like to say. Yo, you, judge, you a racist motherfucker. I feel like bustin your motherfuckin...no, let me go...I'm gonna kill everyone one of you jurors. If I ever get out of here, I'm comin one by one and blow your mother- fuckin brains out. You motherfuckers! No, keep your motherfuckin hands off! Fuck that!) So I think 'bout my past now, my future holds only pain. Involuntarily drugged by the state for years, now I know I'm insane. When I'm moved shackled hands and feet, my skin's covered in ink. I read the bible 'bout twenty-five times, now fuck god's how I think! (You can save all that religious bullshit, stay the fuck out of my cell. If that priest comes in my cell, I'm a bust him in the - I'll break your fuckin neck with my bare hands, fuck that.) So live your life to the fullest, but remember don't trip. One mistake you're my neighbor, and there's no one here rich! CHORUS |
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Prozac attack,
feeling whacked, my damned boss won't gimme no slack, disconnected phone, didn't get that loan seems like everything's going wrong unemployed flat broke, outta luck, ain't got no hope. When it seems like it ain't no way call up the doc he'll be with you right away You think your life is tough (call Kevorkian) you think your life is tough (call Kevorkian) you think you're out of luck when you're had enough Need some (X)anax, want some pills, 'cause I don't like the way I feel can't sleep at night, can't get no rest, I want the grim reaper as my guest! Missed my bus, missed my plane, life seems like a constant pain think it's bad could be worse, call the doc up he'll pick you up in a hearse. CHORUS |
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Last days,
last days. As I stare off the stage and try to understand why you feel that I am someone you can id with, how ? When you and I come from two totally polar opposite lifestyles. Under normal circumstances I would be waking you and your rich parents up at gunpoint. Demanding the combination to the wall safe. While your little sister screams suffering from pistol-whipped pain. Or looking back at you in a courtroom filled with absolutely none of my peers. Why are you here ? Is this some voyeuristic bullshit ? See black man sing ? Or maybe, just maybe, you've been sub- jected to so many audio drive by's and gang shootings that you yourself have become numb to the pain like me. And you - check this out - have become insane from overdoses of reality. Well stomach this, at the rate we're going right now white boy, yeah you, you and I will die holding each other's throats. That's real, the world's at war, we're at war. Check yourself, don't be me check your goddamn self. It's goin down 1997, see the light, red lasers rip through my neighborhood at night, time is short. Homocide is the number one sport. Last days, last days, these are the last days. So now that all the reality's soaked, I and you start to reanalyze every word I ever said, am I a racist ? Or am I just someone who tells it how the fuck it is ? Well the truth of the thing is I was raised on crime. Walking through an environment so filled with so much hate, honesty I do not feel that you are able to comprehend the magnitude of the evil. But trip this, there were no white faces there. Just blck on black genocide. The only white men there were the cops that showed up late in the fourth to out- line the teenaged bodies in chalk. So who do I hate ? Do I hate you ? Do I hate myself ? Or possibly am I intelligent enough to only hold the conditions of the ghetto itself to blame ? - Not! Who creates the conditions ? Who stops affirmative action and wel- fare ? Who loves the 3 strikes law ? Didn't see 'em at the Million Man March, Or the three hundred and fifty-thousand man march, let your daddy tell it. There's a lotta lies out there, what side ya on ? Armageddon is near, I am the fourth rider of the apocalypse, recogize game. Last days, these are the last days. Last days, these are the last days. Last days, these are the last days. Last days. (But maybe I'm all wrong, maybe everything is ok. Maybe we're all just gonna get along. Maybe I'm trippin, maybe life is perfect - yeah right) CHORUS I hate you, you hate me, and what does that equal ? It equals nothing, and that's exactly what we're gonna have, nothing, i we don't make a change soon, and who am I to tell you anything ? I ain't nobody but a brother from South Central, who's had the opportunity to go around the world, and I found out that we're all not really that different. Racism is the number one enemyof earth. There's only one race, the human race, and if we don't get it together soon, this song is true. We are all living in the last days. |
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