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Body Count lyrics Bowels Of The Devil lyrics 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. Other Body Count lyrics: Smoked Pork lyrics Body Count's In The House lyrics Now Sports lyrics Body Count lyrics A Statistic lyrics The Real Problem lyrics KKK Bitch lyrics Voodoo lyrics The Winners Loses lyrics Oprah lyrics Evil Dick lyrics Body Count Anthem lyrics Body m\f count lyrics Masters of revenge lyrics Killing floor lyrics Necessary evil lyrics Last breath lyrics Hey Joe lyrics Shallow graves lyrics Surviving the game lyrics Who are you ? lyrics |