Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
Количество артистов: 43,846 Количество текстов песен: 642,600
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Артист: Body CountНазвание : Bowels of The DevilДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : crossover rapcore hardcore metal rap metal Видео:
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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. | Похожие исполнители:
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