DISC 1

1. INTRO

(Instrumental)


2. MY WAY FEATURING RAW BREED

(Instrumental)


3. 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 M/F COUNT

Bodycount
Body muthafuckin' count


5. MASTERS OF REVENGE

1994 BC Rise

[Chorus:]
Masters of revenge
Masters of payback
Inciters of chaos
Messengers of rage

All we wanna do to you
Is what you did to us
All we wanna take from you
Is what you stole from us

[Chorus]
Bodycount

You can't kill us
We're already dead
You can't kill us
We're already dead
You can't kill the truth
You're already dead

[Chorus]
Bodycount

You took my past
I want your future
You took your future
You took my parents
We want your children

[Chorus]
Boducount

There can never be justice
On stolen land
There's nowhere to run
You can't excape fate

[Chorus]
Bodycount

Payback muthafuckas


6. KILLIN' FLOOR

No
Help

It's the killin' floor, killin' floor
Yeah
Ah
Killin' floor
No
Killin' floor
Ah
Killin' floor

Bodycount muthafuckas


7. 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


8. NOW SPORTS

This weekend,
Seventeen youths killed in gang homicides
Now sports


9. 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 ...


10. BASS SOLO

(Instrumental)


11. VIOLENT DEMISE

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

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


12. 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.


13. DRIVE BY

You killed my fuckin' brotha
Payback muthafucka
1 - 8 - 7 nigga
Watch me pull this fuckin' trigga

Revenge

Drive-by


14. 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!

Oooooooooooooooh!

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


15. THERE 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


DISC 2

1. EVIL DICK

Evil dick

Evil, dick, evil, dick
Evil, dick, evil, dick


2. BRING IT TO PAIN

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 knowI 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 haet 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


3. LAST BREATH

Oooooohhh am I dreamin' ?
Oooooohhh am I dreamin' ?
Am I alone ?
Oooooohhh am I dreamin' ?
Am I alone ?
Yeah

I like to wait 'til late nite, 'til you
Muthafuckas sleep
I crawl in through your window and I
Muthafuckin' creep
I catch you little punk ass kids asleep in your beds,
And I take out my knife and I cut off your
Muthafuckin' heads
I want your last breath
I want your last breath

[Chorus]
You're not dreamin'
You're not alone

Oh I want your last breath, your
Last breath, your last breath
I want your last breath

So you go downstairs to see if everything is alright
You're afraid you're alone and it's late on a rainy night
Are you asleep or awake you don't know
As you turn around,
And my rusty blade cuts you open and you hit the ground
I want your last breath
I want your last breath

[Chorus]

You're no dreamin'


4. SURVIVING THE GAME

Yeah Yeah

Murder, death

As I search to analyze reality, the true
Meaning of life,
Out simple existence means nothing
God has a gun, the truth, life is a slow noose
He's invincible
Better watch his knife,
There is no escape from the slow kill
When it's time to go god serves a death blow,
You have no choice, don't even try
The only choice is suicide

Surviving the game

No escape

No one's ever escaped

Die


5. I USED TO LOVE HER

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


6. BORN DEAD

1994 BC still in the house They did
Everything they could do to take us out
But like any good monster that just made us stronger
You see, they don't like us and they don't like you,
The BC fan,
'Cause they know we stand for three things
Truth, justice and fuck the american way
That word justice got me fucked up though
Twenty cops in the street, two go to jail
Thousands of people died in wars
Overseas and it's justice ?
You think they give a fuck about us ?
You're a fool

Born yellow,
Born brown,
Born red,
Born black,
Born dead
Dead
Born dead

Born asian,
Born jewish,
Born latino,
Born poor,
Born dead
Dead
Born dead

But you don't hear me though

Dead
New York , Atlanta, Chicago, Oakland, Miami, Detroit

Every day I gotta get out my muthafuckin' bed,
Put on my muthafuckin' gun,
Down in my muthafuckin' gun,
Down in my muthafuckin' pants, 'cause
Muthafucka's out here is trippin'

How the fuck you gonna get up every morning
Tryin' to worry about if you gonna make it to the next evening
Do you understand ?
Sometimes we take for granted
The little things like food, like freedom

Born in somalia,
Born in south america,
Born in south africa,
Born in south central,
Born dead
Dead

Born dead


7. 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 !