Body Count Lyrics
Body Count Lyrics
"Body Count Lyrics"
Anti-Christ Lyrics
Screams and nightmares Of a life I want Can't see living this lie no A world I haunt You've lost all control of my Heart and soul Satan holds my future Watch it unfold I am the Antichrist It's what I was meant to be Your God left m
Screams and nightmares Of a life I want Can't see living this lie no A world I haunt You've lost all control of my Heart and soul Satan holds my future Watch it unfold I am the Antichrist It's what I was meant to be Your God left m
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 br
Oh, Holy Night Lyrics
O holy night, the stars are brightly shining; It is the night of our dear Savior's birth! Long lay the world in sin and error pining, Till He appeared and the soul felt its worth. A thrill of hope, the weary world rejoices, For yonder b
otha with open eyes?O holy night, the stars are brightly shining; It is the night of our dear Savior's birth! Long lay the world in sin and error pining, Till He appeared and the soul felt its worth. A thrill of hope, the weary world rejoices, For yonder b
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 n
You Could Have It So Much Better Lyrics
The last message you sent said I looked really down That I oughtta come over and talk about it Well I wasn't down I just wasn't smiling at you, yeah As I look at you now it seems That your slapping my back as if it's alright but it's not I'm tryin
ight, another gunfight,The last message you sent said I looked really down That I oughtta come over and talk about it Well I wasn't down I just wasn't smiling at you, yeah As I look at you now it seems That your slapping my back as if it's alright but it's not I'm tryin
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.
Desperate Lyrics
I'll do anything Anything at all Just throw a little cash In my direction I'll sing anything From rock to music hall Just for a morsel of Your attention Maybe as a child I wasn't given All the love I needed Maybe I'm a sad Refle
I hear it every night,I'll do anything Anything at all Just throw a little cash In my direction I'll sing anything From rock to music hall Just for a morsel of Your attention Maybe as a child I wasn't given All the love I needed Maybe I'm a sad Refle
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...