Body Count - Bowels Of The Devil Lyrics
Out one night, yo, just chillin out with my crewWe were actin wildcause I didnt have nothin else better to do.Got a nine at my waistStay out my *****in face.You ***** with meRight herell be your resting place.Some ol sucka, yo, he tried to put a move on meI shot him in the face,Murder, in the first degree.Now Im sweatin, regrettin,Thats not for meThey got me locked in the *****in penitentiary.Bowels of the devil,Let me tell you what the mutha*****a eats,Its stomachs filled with lost soulsGuts made out of steel and concrete.Bowels of the devil,Listen close, cause Ive been there beforeAnd you dont 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 hos gave me the sex lookThey like a nigga like me cause Im a known crook,And my posses down, we dont mess around,You ***** with us,Youll be six feet underground.That night they got me locked in a row called deathThe governor, that mutha*****a wants my last breath.Thats right, homeboy wanted to pull a switch on meUp here in this *****in penitentiary.Bowels of the devil,Let me tell you what the sucka eats,Its stomachs filled with my homeboysGuts made out of steel and concrete.Bowels of the devil,Listen close, cause Ive been there beforeAnd you dont 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 mutha*****a eats,Its stomachs filled with my homeboysGuts made out of steel and concrete.Bowels of the devil,Listen close, cause Ive been there beforeAnd you dont 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 stomachs filled with lost soulsGuts made out of steel and concrete.Bowels of the devil,Listen close, cause Ive been there beforeAnd you dont wanna die there,They call it goin out the back door,The back door, the back door, the back door.
