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Artiste : Body Count
Titre : 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.