Bowels of the Devil

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Body Count is an American heavy metal band formed in Los Angeles, California, in 1990. The group is fronted by rapper and actor Ice-T, who founded the group out of his interest in heavy metal music, taking on the role of vocalist and writing the lyrics for most of the group's songs. Lead guitarist Ernie C has been responsible for writing the group's music. Their controversial self-titled debut album was released on Sire Records in 1992. more »

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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 f*ck 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 want to 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 f*ck 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 want to 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 want to 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 want to die there,
They call it goin' out the back door,
The back door, the back door, the back door.

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