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Bowels of The Devil Lyrics

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Body Count : Bowels of The Devil Lyrics

Songwriters: Cunningham, Ernie; Marrow, Tracy;

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Out one night, yo, just chillin' out with my crew
I was 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 that sucka eats
It's stomach's filled with my homeboy
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
It's stomach's filled with my homeboy
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 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