Текст (слова) песни: Body Count - Bowels of The Devil

Out one night, yo, just chillin out with my crew

We were actin wild

cause I didnt have nothin else better to do.

Got a nine at my waist

Stay out my fuckin face.

You fuck with me

Right herell 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 Im sweatin, regrettin,

Thats not for me

They got me locked in the fuckin penitentiary.

Bowels of the devil,

Let me tell you what the muthafucka eats,

Its stomachs filled with lost souls

Guts made out of steel and concrete.

Bowels of the devil,

Listen close, cause Ive been there before

And 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 look

They like a nigga like me cause Im a known crook,

And my posses down, we dont mess around,

You fuck with us,

Youll be six feet underground.

That night they got me locked in a row called death

The governor, that muthafucka wants my last breath.

Thats 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 stomachs filled with my homeboys

Guts made out of steel and concrete.

Bowels of the devil,

Listen close, cause Ive been there before

And 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 muthafucka eats,

Its stomachs filled with my homeboys

Guts made out of steel and concrete.

Bowels of the devil,

Listen close, cause Ive been there before

And 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 souls

Guts made out of steel and concrete.

Bowels of the devil,

Listen close, cause Ive been there before

And you dont wanna die there,

They call it goin out the back door,

The back door, the back door, the back door.

Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям:

Прямая ссылка на текст песни Bowels of The Devil:
http://musworld.ru/music/eng/101/1/2889.html


Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Body Count - Bowels of The Devil Out one night, yo, just chillin out with my crew We were actin wild cause I didnt have nothin else better to do. Got a nine at my waist Stay out my fuckin face. You fuck with me Right herell 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 Im sweatin, regrettin, Thats not for me They got me locked in the fuckin penitentiary. Bowels of the devil, Let me tell you what the muthafucka eats, Its stomachs filled with lost souls Guts made out of steel and concrete. Bowels of the devil, Listen close, cause Ive been there before And 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 look They like a nigga like me cause Im a known crook, And my posses down, we dont mess around, You fuck with us, Youll be six feet underground. That night they got me locked in a row called death The governor, that muthafucka wants my last breath. Thats 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 stomachs filled with my homeboys Guts made out of steel and concrete. Bowels of the devil, Listen close, cause Ive been there before And 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 muthafucka eats, Its stomachs filled with my homeboys Guts made out of steel and concrete. Bowels of the devil, Listen close, cause Ive been there before And 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 souls Guts made out of steel and concrete. Bowels of the devil, Listen close, cause Ive been there before And you dont wanna die there, They call it goin out the back door, The back door, the back door, the back door. Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Bowels of The Devil: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/101/1/2889.html Все тексты песен: Body Count » Body Count - Violent Demise » Body Count - Bring it to pain » Body Count - cop killer \| текст песни и табы (аккорды) для бас гитары и Mp3 » Body Count - Surviving The Game » Body Count - Voodoo » Body Count - Dead Man Walking » Body Count - The Winners Loses » Body Count - Now Sports » Body Count - My Way » Body Count - Kkk Bitch » Body Count - Born Dead » Body Count - Last Days » Body Count - Necessary Evil » Body Count - Dr. K » Body Count - Body Count » Body Count - Strippers Intro » Body Count - The Real Problem » Body Count - Street Lobotomy » Body Count - Truth or death » Body Count - Last days Рекомендуем скачать: » Валерий Ременюк - Перекати-поле » Вячеслав Медяник - Кабацкий дым » Владимир Высоцкий - Песня Снежина (Использована в спектакле » Верка Сердючка - Я не поняла (совместно с Виагрой) » ВИА ГРА - Бомба » Владимир Каракуц - Просыпаюсь ни свет, ни заря... » Владимир Высоцкий - Случай » Владимир Высоцкий - Чужая колея » Владимир Высоцкий - Я верю в нашу общую звезду... » Владимир Туриянский - От весенних дождей до осенней пурги... » Владимир Высоцкий - Памяти Василия Шукшина » Визбор Юрий - Мирно засыпает родная » Владимир Дерксен - Середина весны » Владимир Туриянский - Проходит лето, веники увяли... » Владимир Шандриков - Песня алиментщика » В.Меладзе - Девушка из высшего общества » Виктор Шнейдер - Отелло (стихи) » Владимир Туриянский - В случайных любовях мы ищем ответ... » Владимир Капгер - Сороковик » Владимир Жириновский - Конь стреноженный
© 2007-2025 «MusWorld.ru»