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Truth Or Death `Body Count`

Lies, betrayal, lies, truth or death Lies, betrayal, lies Who the fuck can I trust?

Surviving The Game `Body Count`

Yeah, yeah Murder, death As I search to analyze reality The true meaning of life Out simple existence means nothing God has a gun, the truth, life is a slow noose He's invincible Better watch his knife

Carnivore `Body Count`

streets at night, stalk my prey Watch your back, nobody's safe You won’t make it to the grave You can scream, you won't be saved Just the echoes, cries and moans All I leave is blood and bones Closer to death

Finer Truths White Lies `Napalm Death`

What I see is what I be I shall point creel in body in torture And for what's What I see is what I be I shall point beat in body in torture Dared the shredded time Down come to be wells afford And for

Body Count `Ice T`

You'd know what to do If a bullet hit your kid On the way to school Or a cop shot your kid in the back yard Shit would hit the fan and hit hard!

Last Days `Body Count`

Or looking back at you in a courtroom filled with absolutely none of my peers. Why are you here? Is this some voyeuristic bullshit? See black man sing?

Body Count `Body Count`

a case of hand grenades Tell us what to do Fuck you Tell us what to do Fuck you Tell us what to do Fuck you Tell us what to do Fuck you You know what you'd do if a kid got killed on the way to school or

Dead Man Walking `Body Count`

we the unfree Dead men walking Guilty, we the unfree Dead men walking I'm a genius from books now Never read on the street Never lifted a fuckin' weight Now my boy's concrete Filed a hundred appeals or

Shallow Graves `Body Count`

You give me for honor (graves) Where your soldiers lay (graves) They're so far away (graves) The home of the brave (graves) I won't die in your bullshit wars no more I won't fight to my death for you I

The Count `The Classic Crime`

Be good to me As you once were When you pulled me from the brink of death My enemies were frenzied For a taste of my flesh And now I've got the same feeling again (same feeling again) The beasts are closing

Freedom of Speech `Body Count`

gonna Tell and rebel every time i'm on a Microphone on the stage cold illin' The knowledge i drop will be heard by millions We ain't the problems, we ain't the villains It's the suckers deprivin' the truth

Masters Of Revenge `Body Count`

wanna do to you Is what you did to us All we wanna take from you Is what you stole from us Chorus Bodycount You can't kill us We're already dead You can't kill us We're already dead You can't kill the truth

Skin After Skin `Soilwork`

I count them all this must be number ten Am I right is it over again? my body shivers and shivers again I nail their faces to the wall Oh...those sweet pictures do you realize what youave done?

Skin After Skin (Ⅰ. Demo 1997) `Soilwork`

I count them all this must be number ten Am I right, is it over again? My body shivers and shivers again I nail their faces to the wall Oh...those sweet pictures Do you realize what you've done?

Body Count `Front Line Assembly`

Bodies ? Signal to receive Blood stained hands No eyes to see? No one is the winner Who is to blame Underneath the uniform We're all the same ? failure ? to receive Life is a virtue Who do you please ...

Body Count `Justin Timberlake`

count Is blowing up all the way hey Sign up put your name down Make my body count Make my body count Make my body count Make my body count Make my body count Make my body count Make my body count

Body Count `Jason Derulo`

I don't really care about your body count 'Cause I just want to make that body count Two, three, four, five We got one night To make (To make), to make (To make) To make that body count (Oh, oh, oh) To

Born Dead `Body Count`

everything they could do to take us out But like any good monster that just made us stronger You see, they don't like us and they don't like you The BC fan, 'cause they know we stand for three things Truth

Out In The Parking Lot `Body Count`

For every cop that has ever taken advantage of somebody, beat 'em down or hurt 'em, because they have long hair, listen to the wrong kind of music, wrong color, whatever they thought was the reason

Twisted Truth `Pestilence`

A God before God Summon the demons to enter your body Ceremonies to attain the blessing A faith in secrecy No respect for the weak The victim of hypocrisy The philosophy closen to live by Has brought

Final Truth `Devilyn`

My task is finished I'll take my own road Under the strengthening breath of nonentity Dark stars like gloomy demons Lie dignifiedly in company Of dead, calm words Silence is the time of survival Final truth

Bowels Of The Devil `Body Count`

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.

death `corook`

Rogers anymore She looked us in the eyes Said cherish all our time And I felt you grab my hand a little tighter I hopе you get hit by a car on your way home from work I hope you gеt mauled by a bear or

Death `White Lies`

below i love the dreaming when i think of the saftey in the clouds out my window i wonder what keeps us so high up could there be a love beneth these wings if we suddenly fall should i scream out or

My hand is a bullet `Dianus King`

My hand is a bullet Pierce the target My body is a vessel for the soul filled with endless dreams The soul longs for freedom but the body is bound by limitations Even if you fight with yourself and try

Smoked Pork `Body Count`

"Right now my job is eatin' these doughnuts, or maybe... hey, wait a minute. Aren't you--" Yup.

Last Breath `Body Count`

your last breath, your Last breath, your last breath I want your last breath So you go downstairs to see if everything is alright You're afraid you're alone and it's late on a rainy night Are you asleep or

Death or Glory `노 마크`

Fabrication by mass media and the cause from fabrication *Who can order them to die or to hope? Who can order them to die or to hope?

Momma's Gotta Die Tonight `Body Count`

Miami, Oakland Ha, ha, ha, yo, you wanna go to Connecticut, bitch Ohio, Detroit, Texas, LA Whose laughin' now momma, whose laughin' now bitch whose laughin' now Ha, ha, ha, ha So if you got a mother or

Exile `Napalm Death`

Perhaps not guaranteed Reassuring cash transfer providing leads Media profile fallacies we need I think not Labels breed the money making rock machines Broadening mind, eyes blind Criticism for the masses or