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Tracklist
1. Smoked Park 2. Body Count's In The House 3. Now Sports 4. Body Count 5. A Statistic 6. Bowels Of The Devil 7. The Real Problem 8. KKK Bitch 9. C Note 10. Voodoo 11. The Winner Loses 12. There Goes The Neighborhood 13. Oprah 14. Evil Dick 15. Body Count Anthem 16. Moamma's Gotta Die Tonight 17. Freedom Of Speech (Spoken Words By Jello Biafra)  the lyrics |
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1. Smoked Pork
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.
2. Body Count's In The House
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.
3. Now Sports
This weekend,
seventeen youths killed in gang homicides.
Now sports.
4. Body Count
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 "V", 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...
5. A Statistic
A statistic:
At this moment,
there are more black males in prison
than in college.
6. Bowels Of The Devil
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.
7. The Real Problem
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.
8. KKK Bitch
Aw yeah, what's up out there? BC's in the house. Right
about now, I wanna tell you a little love story, you know
what I'm sayin', this is a Body Count love story check out
the lyrics, you know, I'm a tell you 'bout what happened
when we went down South last year on tour.
Out on tour yo, I been all around the world
went to Georgia, met this fine-assed white girl,
blonde hair, blue eyes, big tits and thighs,
the kinda girl that would knock out most guys.
She got wild in the backstage bathroom,
sucked my dick like a muthafuckin' vacuum,
said "I love you, but my daddy don't play,
he's the fuckin' grand wizard of the KKK."
I I I love my KKK bitch, love it when she sucks me though,
I I I love my KKK bitch, love it when she fucks me though,
I I I love my KKK bitch, she loves it when I treat her bad,
I I I love my KKK bitch, mutha fuck her dear old dad.
You know what I'm sayin'. So we was down South fallin' in
love, you know, D-Roc had this Nazi girl, my man
Mooseman had a skinhead, I fell in love with Tipper Gore's
two twelve year old nieces. It was wild, you know what I'm
sayin', it got even worse, you know.
So one night they took us to a meetin'
white sheets, white hoods, no room for seatin'
there was Skinheads, Nazi's and crazies,
talkin' 'bout black people pushin' up daisies.
They hated Blacks, Jews, Puerto Ricans,
Mexicans, Chinese, even the Indians.
We had our hoods on,
we were slick
she pushed her butt up hard against my dick.
Then her daddy jumped on the stage
talkin' 'bout killin' in a goddamn rage.
I got mad, my dick got hard
entered in her ass
she said, "Oh my God!"
I I I love my KKK bitch, love it when she fucks me though,
I I I love my KKK bitch, love it when she sucks me though,
I I I love my KKK bitch, she loves it when I treat her bad,
I I I love my KKK bitch, mutha fuck her dear old dad.
So what we really tryin' to say is Body Count loves
everybody. We love Mexican girls, Black girls, Oriental girls,
it really don't matter. If you from Mars, and you got a pussy,
we will fuck you. You know, that's all we're sayin', word.
So every year when Body Count comes around
we throw an orgy in every little Southern town.
KKK's, Skinheads, and Nazi
girls break their necks
to get to the party.
It ain't like their men can't nut,
their dick's too little
and they just can't fuck.
So we get buck wild with the white freaks
we show them how to really work the white sheets.
I know her daddy'll really be after me,
when his grandson's named little Ice-T.
I I I love my KKK bitch, love it when she fucks me though,
I I I love my KKK bitch, love it when she sucks me though,
I I I love my KKK bitch, she loves it when I treat her bad,
I I I love my KKK bitch, mutha fuck her dear old dad.
9. C Note
[instrumental]
10. Voodoo
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.
11. The Winners Loses
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.
12. Here Goes The Neighborhood
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.
13. Oprah
On Oprah today, we discuss male promiscuity.
Why men are constantly in the search for sex,
and new sexual partners.
14. Evil Dick
Evil dick
Evil, dick, evil, dick.
Evil, dick, evil, dick.
15. Body Count Anthem
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.
16. Momma's Gotta Die Tonight
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.
16. Momma's Gotta Die Tonight
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.
17. Out In The Parking Lot
This next record is dedicated to some personal friends of mine:
The L.A.P.D.
For every cop that has ever taken advantage of somebody,
beat 'em down or hurt 'em,
because they have long hair,
listen to the wrong kind of music,
wrong color,
whatever they thought was the reason to do it,
For every one of those fuckin' police,
I'd like to take a pig out here in this parkin' lot,
and shoot 'em in their muthafuckin' face.
18. Cop Killer
COP KILLER! YEAH!
I got my black shirt on.
I got my black gloves on.
I got my ski mask on.
This shit's been too long.
I got my twelve gauge sawed off.
I got my headlights turned off.
I'm 'bout to bust some shots off.
I'm 'bout to dust some cops off.
I'm a COP KILLER, better you than me.
COP KILLER, fuck police brutality!
COP KILLER, I know your family's grieving,
(FUCK 'EM!)
COP KILLER, but tonight we get even, ha ha.
I got my brain on hype.
Tonight'll be your night.
I got this long-assed knife.
and your neck looks just right.
My adrenaline's pumpin'.
I got my stereo bumpin'.
I'm 'bout to kill me somethin'.
A pig stopped me for nuthin'!
COP KILLER, better you than me.
COP KILLER, fuck police brutality!
COP KILLER, I know your momma's grieving,
(FUCK HER!)
COP KILLER, but tonight we get even, yeah!
DIE, DIE, DIE PIG, DIE!
FUCK THE POLICE!
FUCK THE POLICE!
FUCK THE POLICE!
FUCK THE POLICE!
FUCK THE POLICE!
FUCK THE POLICE!
FUCK THE POLICE!
FUCK THE POLICE!
Yeah!
COP KILLER, better you than me.
I'm a COP KILLER, fuck police brutality!
COP KILLER, I know your family's grieving,
(FUCK 'EM!)
COP KILLER, but tonight we get even, ha ha ha ha, yeah!
FUCK THE POLICE!
FUCK THE POLICE!
FUCK THE POLICE!
FUCK THE POLICE!
FUCK THE POLICE!
FUCK THE POLICE!
FUCK THE POLICE!
FUCK THE POLICE!
Break it down.
FUCK THE POLICE, yeah!
FUCK THE POLICE, for Darryl Gates.
FUCK THE POLICE, for Rodney King.
FUCK THE POLICE, for my dead homies.
FUCK THE POLICE, for your freedom.
FUCK THE POLICE, don't be a pussy.
FUCK THE POLICE, have some muthafuckin' courage.
FUCK THE POLICE, sing along.
COP KILLER!
COP KILLER!
COP KILLER!
COP KILLER!
COP KILLER! Whaddyou wanna be when you grow up?
COP KILLER! Good choice.
COP KILLER! I'm a muthafuckin'
COP KILLER!
COP KILLER, better you than me.
COP KILLER, fuck police brutality!
COP KILLER, I know your momma's grieving,
(FUCK HER!)
COP KILLER, but tonight we get even!
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