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"Body Count Lyrics"

I'll Be That Girl Lyrics
If I were you and I wish that I were you all the things I'd do to make myself turn blue I suppose, I'd start by removing all my clothes tie my panty hose around my neck Chorus: I'll be that girl and you would be rig


You know sometimes I sit at home, you know,
and watch TV and I wonder what it would be like
to live someplace like the Cosby show,
Ozzie and Harriet, you know, where
the cops come and got you cat outta the tree
and all your friends died of old age.
But you see, I live in South Central 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 broth
A Good Horse Lyrics
it takes no match to give me a spark now i'm trying out another heart i've been whining about a fresh start i've found myself a good horse i've spurred it over quicksand and i rode it through the hollow land and i fed it with a shaky ha
a 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 mothafucka
And it would hit real hard
I he
The Seducer (Fallen Angel) Lyrics
Hail to the Seducer [M:]</i> Tired of obeying a God who rules like a tyrant [G:]</i> You create your own kingdom [M:]</i> Surrounded by creatures who pledge their allegiance [G:]</i> Satan's legions none will ever see them fal
r it every night, another gunfight
The tension mounts
On with the Body Count

Yo, Beatmaster V, take these mothafuckas to South Central

(Drum solo)

I hear it every night
Another gunfight
The tension mounts
On with the Body Count

Last weekend 37 kids killed in gang warfare
in my backyard

(Guitar solo)

Yo, Earnie C, take these mothafucka home

(Guitar solo)

Yeah, we in the house, Body Count fools, 1991 mothafuckas

I
High Wire Escape Artist Lyrics
Bleed out all empathy this vessel has no spirit left to hold on to lies I've lived in full How long can I hold tight with every movement Tension binds and denies my true nature The Balance has shifted warped sick and twisted Grabbing at angels when I fall 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 politicans

Tell us what to do....Fuck you!
Tell us what to do....Fuck you!
The tension mounts...

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