Bowels of the Devil Songtext
von Body Count
Bowels of the Devil Songtext
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' sucker, 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 motherfucker 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 motherfucker 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 that sucker 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 motherfucker 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
Bowels of the devil
Let me tell you what the sucker 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
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' sucker, 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 motherfucker 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 motherfucker 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 that sucker 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 motherfucker 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
Bowels of the devil
Let me tell you what the sucker 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
Writer(s): Ice-t, Ernie Cunningham Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
