Bowels Of The Devil Lyrics - Cop Killer - Body Count

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 want to 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 want to die there, 

They call it goin' out the back door, 

The back door, the back door, the back door. Yeah!