Carnivore
Carnivore

I roam the 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, considered fresh
I crave for the taste of flesh
Carnivorous, and it's God will
For me to live I have to kill
Sacrifices made each week
Strip the carcass, eat the meat
Digest these bones, kill, repeat
Digest these bones, kill, repeat
As savage as this all may seem
I am called a human being

Carnivore
Carnivore
Carnivore
Carnivore

Bloodthirsty, some may say
I have always been this way
Watched my mother clean a fish
Gut a chicken, make a dish
I eat life to stay alive
Even plants are still alive
Carnivorous, I don’t lie
Beware of me, I will survive

Carnivore
Carnivore

City streets are my domain
Gut the victims, bleed the veins
Nightly news gives my report
Sometimes I just kill for sport
Black or white, I have no race
Double barrel to your face
Leave you lying on your back
I am known to roam in packs
Ever since the birth of man
Humans died by human hands
Swords, bullets, guns and knives
Armies, countries, gangs and tribes
Barbaric wars of mega death
Animals that stand erect
Murder and we lust for more
Yes, I am a carnivore

Poor little Johnny didn't live to see sixteen
Gun made his lung collapse
Buried the body of his brother the next week
Cops shot him twice in the back
Wrong floor, kicked down the door
No questions asked
(Police mothafucka)
Eyes meet, both on their feet
They open fire before he can speak

Wrong place, wrong time
Stay out the streets is what they mama said
Dead man, no crime
School boys, they never broke a law
Anywhere, any time
They shoot first and ask questions last
Could be yours, could be mine
And then they point the finger at you
(And then they point the finger at you)

Unarmed, it don't matter, you can get got
Your own home, it don't matter, you can get shot
They feel fear and start squeezing that gat
They shoot to kill, now you're flat on your back
Dead witness, no coincidence
Drug deal gone bad (Drug deal gone bad)
The fuckin' badge is the biggest gang
We've ever had
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Wrong place, wrong time
Dealer dead, no drugs, no cash
Dead man, no crime
Cops shot him, said he reached for a gun
Anywhere, any time
They shoot first and ask questions last
Could be yours, could be mine
And then they point the finger at you

How many more innocent people and kids gotta get killed by these police, man?
And then it's always the victim's fault
This is some fuckin' bullshit

Wrong place, wrong time
They shoot first and ask questions last
Dead man, no crime
And then they point the finger at you

Can't stop the bum rush
A million strong and we all bust
We didn't fall prey to your bullshit lies
Propaganda of twisted minds
We figured out how it's all set up
The object, keep us all split up
Keep us fighting amongst ourselves
While you accumulate all the wealth
White on black, black on white
Muslim hatred, it's all hype
Spread the terror, fear of war
Billions spent on a fuckin' wall
It's all twisted, the game is bent
Still no clean water in Flint
But we ain't asleep no more, we're woke
Hear us comin'
See the smoke

You can't stop the bum rush
You can't stop the bum rush
You can't stop the bum rush

Feel the power as we come
As we all move as one
If the street gangs could unite
Cops gonna get real polite
Politics (Politics)
Lies (Lies)
To conquer you must survive
But we ain't asleep no more, we're woke
Hear us comin'
See the smoke
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I'm not your enemy, you're not mine
Those who don't listen are blind
All together unstoppable
Some may say impossible
I believe
See the crowd
Feel the power
Hear the sound
We ain't asleep no more, we're woke
Hear us comin'
See the smoke

You can't stop the bum rush
You can't stop the bum rush
You can't stop the bum rush
You can't stop the bum rush
You can't stop the bum rush
You can't stop the bum rush
You can't stop the bum rush

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Body count
Body count
Body count

You can't stop the bum rush

On every Body Count album
We like to pay homage and tribute to a
Group that motivated and inspired our sound
On this album, we're sending a shout out to Lemmy
Rest in peace, from Motorhead

If you like to gamble, I tell you I'm your man
You win some, you lose some, it's all the same to me
The pleasure is to play, it makes no difference what you say
I don't share your greed, the only card I need

Is the ace of spades
The ace of spades

Playing with the high one, dancing with the devil
Going with the flow, it's all a game to me
Seven or eleven, snake eyes watching you
Double up or quit, double stake or split

The ace of spades
The ace of spades
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You know I'm born to lose, and gambling's for fools
But that's the way I like it baby, I don't wanna live forever
And don't forget the joker

Pushing up the ante, I know you got to see me
Read 'em and weep, the dead man's hand again
I see it in your eyes, take one look and die
The only thing you see, i know it's gonna be

The ace of spades
The ace of spades

I didn't fall to negativity, I stayed strong
I pushed past all adversity and hate
You never believed in anything I tried to do
All my dreams to you were nothin' but a fuckin' waste
I elevated my grind, I rose above the pain
I came, I conquered, never quit, yes, I fuckin' won
Now you're hatin' 'cause I'm winnin' and you fuckin' lost
You said I'd never be shit

Now I'm on another level
A whole different level
I'm on a different fuckin' level
Now I'm on another level
I'm on another level
A whole different level
I'm on a different fuckin' level

No way that you could bring me down, you can't get in my brain
Your life is miserable, I'm on a higher plane
All you non-believers, I chose to beat the game
They said I didn't have what it takes

Now I'm on another level
A whole different level
I'm on another level
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Yeah, you know what it's like
First startin' out
You got dreams, everybody got dreams
Nobody believes
Nobody believes you're gonna, you're gonna pull it off
They say why waste your time
I was in the hood, they say, "Ice
Just get high with us man, just chill man
You ain't never gonna get outta here"
That's some bullshit
"We black, man, we're supposed to be poor"
I was like, "fuck that shit"
Man, there's things I got to do with my life man
I ain't gonna lay around here
I'm gonna bust my mothafuckin' ass whether you believe in me or not
I hustle my ass off night and mothafuckin' day

Now I'm on another level
I'm on another level
A whole different level
I'm on a different fuckin' level
Now I'm on another level
I'm on another level
A whole different level
I'm on a different fuckin' level

Colors, colors, colors
Colors, colors, colors
Colors, colors, colors
Colors, colors

I am a nightmare walkin', psychopath talkin'
King of my jungle, just a gangster stalkin'
Livin' life like a firecracker, quick is my fuse
Vendettas of death, back the colors I choose
Red or Blue, Cuz or Blood, it just don't matter
Sucka dive for your life when my shotgun scatters
The gangs of L.A. will never die, just multiply, colors

Colors, colors, colors
Colors, colors, colors
Colors, colors, colors
Colors, colors, colors
Colors, colors, colors
Colors, colors, colors
Colors, colors, colors
Colors, colors

You don't know me, fool
You disown me, cool
I don't need your assistance, social persistence
Any problem I got I just put my fist in
My life is violent but violent is life
Peace is a dream, reality is a knife
My colors, my honor, my colors, my all
With my colors upon me one soldier stands tall
Tell me, what have you left me? What have I got?
Last night in cold blood my young brother got shot
My homeboy got jacked
My mother's on crack
My sister can't work 'cause her arms shows tracks
Madness, insanity, live in profanity
Then some punk claimin' they're understandin' me
Give me a break, what world do you live in?
Death is my set, guess my fucking religion
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Colors, colors, colors
Colors, colors, colors
Colors, colors, colors
Colors, colors, colors
Colors, colors, colors
Colors, colors, colors
Colors, colors, colors
Colors, colors

My pants are saggin', braided hair
Suckas stare, I don't care
My game ain't knowledge, my game's fear
I've no remorse so squares beware
But my true mission is just revenge
You ain't in my set, you ain't my friend
Wear the wrong color, your life could end
Homicide's my favorite binge, colors

Colors, co-co-co-colors
Colors, co-co-co-colors
Colors, co-co-co-colors
Colors, co-co-co-colors
Colors, co-co-co-colors
Colors, colors
Colors, colors
Colors

So I'll just walk like a giant, police defiant
You'll say to stop, but I'll say that I can't
My gang's my family, they're all that I have
I'm a star, on the walls is my autograph
You don't like it, so you know where you can go
The streets are my stage and terror's my show
Psycho-analyze tried diagnosin' me, why?
It wasn't your brother that brutally died
But it was mine, so let me define
My territory, don't cross the line
Don't try to act crazy 'cause that shit don't faze me
If you ran like a bitch, it wouldn't amaze me
'Cause my color's death
Though we all want peace
But our war won't end
'Til all wars cease

I refuse to say I'm sorry
I refuse to give a fuck about how you feel
Anything I said or did, I meant it
If I offended you, it was intentional

No remorse
No remorse

Everything I do is thought out
If I hurt you, you had it fuckin' comin'
Every move I make's methodical
I will take your life and then sleep good at night

No remorse
All the shit you've done to me
You left my ass with no feeling
No remorse
Revenge is all I think about
Without it there'll be no healing
I refuse to apologize
I refuse to apologize
I refuse to apologize
Fuck you
I refuse to apologize
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I fuckin' lost my heart
My blood is ice cold
Didn't know I had this point of darkness in my soul
I have no conscience, no emotion, there'll be no regret
You deserve just what you get
You fuckin' piece of shit
There's a breaking point
You found mine
My brain boiled in my head, I lost my mind
I won't rest until you suffer in endless pain
See your throat cut and I won't give a fuck
You had the nerve to fuck over me
And then you think I should care
You think I should give a fuck
If you was on fire, I wouldn't piss on you
If you was starvin', I wouldn't fix you a hot bowl of shit
What makes me happy is to see you suffer
See you in pain
Mothafucka

No remorse
No remorse

I refuse to say I'm sorry
I refuse to give a fuck about how you feel
Anything I said or did, I meant it
If I offended you, it was intentional

No remorse
All the shit you've done to me
You left my ass with no feeling
No remorse
Revenge is all I think about
Without it there'd be no healing
I refuse to apologize
I refuse to apologize
I refuse to apologize
Fuck you
I refuse to apologize

During the making of this album, I received the unfortunate news that
Nipsey Hussle was murdered in Los Angeles
It really hurt me, and then the outcry of love and support
After his death was incredible
But it inspired me to write this song
Every day we lose somebody close to us, a loved one
And only then do we seem to find the time
And the way to tell 'em how much we care about 'em

Don't tell me that you miss me
Don't tell me that you love me
Don't tell me that you need me
Don't wait to tell me that you love me
When I'm gone
(This is our life)
When I'm gone
(This is my time)

Don't wait until I'm dead
Until these words are said
Don't wait until I die and then start to fake cry
Tell the people that you love, that you love 'em now
Show the people you appreciate just how
Much they mean to ya
How much you care how real it is
They're right in front of ya
Your family, your wife, your kids
Don't wait for tragedy to tell 'em how you really feel
Don't wait
Tomorrow might be too fuckin' late
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When I'm gone
(This is our life)
Don't wait to tell me that you miss me
When I'm gone
(This is our time)
Don't wait to tell me that you love me
When I'm gone
(This is our life)
Don't wait to tell me that you need me
When I'm gone
(We can't afford to waste our love)

I'll be lost without you
How do I make it right?
How do I take back all the time I've wasted alone?
And how would it make you feel?
How would it make you feel?
Knowing you had the chance and let it slip away
Don't wait until I'm dead
You've got friends
Tell 'em that you care
You've got family
Tell 'em how you feel
Don't wait to say how great a guy I was and all that bullshit

When I'm gone
(This is our life)
Don't wait to tell me that you miss me
When I'm gone
(This is our time)
Don't wait to tell me that you love me
When I'm gone
(This is our life)
Don't wait to tell me that you need me
When I'm gone
(We can't afford to waste our love)

Seems like every day death comes unexpectedly
Seems like yesterday my man was sitting next to me
So many things I could've said and that we could've done
The reaper's coming but I never thought he'd be the one
I don't do funerals, don't wanna see you in no box
I miss my homies, and my love for them will never stop
Don't have regret, and wait until your loved one dies
Now's your chance, tell 'em while they're still alive

When I'm gone
(This is our life)
Don't wait to tell me that you miss me
When I'm gone
(This is our time)
Don't wait to tell me that you love me
When I'm gone
(This is our life)
Don't wait to tell me that you need me
When I'm gone
(We can't afford to waste our love)

Too many people pass away every single day
And we don't show 'em how we feel until it's too late
I appreciate, or love is something we won't say
We delay it 'til they're gone and say it at their grave
We delay it 'til they're gone and say it at their grave
'Til they're gone and say it at their grave

Done talkin' shit to your bitch ass
Fuck all this back and forth pussy ass shit

You talk a lot of shit, now it's time to back it up
Time to meet face to face, test that Internet tough
You name the place, I'm there
Don't even fuckin' care
I'll come to your fuckin' hood and beat your ass good
No weapons
Since you're such a bad man
Bare knuckles in the street
Bang it out hand to hand
You can bring your whole crew
I'll roll with mine too
Full block gang fight
Hard body, old school

I'm done with the bullshit
I ain't fuckin' 'round no more
And if you don't show up
I'm knockin' on your front door
I'm done with the bullshit
I ain't fuckin' 'round no more
And if you don't show up
I'm knockin' on your front door
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It is time for thee critical beatdown
It is time for thee critical beatdown

I got your pussy text, still talkin' mad shit
But you don't wanna meet
You're such a little bitch
But I'm past that point
I'm 'bout to hunt you down
Pop up at your fuckin' job and beat your head to the ground
Break your mothafuckin' back, maybe break an arm too
Put you in a wheelchair since I'm such a joke to you
Pray to God, fuckboy, I never catch you in the street
Bail out my fuckin' car and stomp you through the concrete

I'm done with the bullshit
I ain't fuckin' 'round no more
And if you don't show up
I'm knockin' on your front door
I'm done with the bullshit
I ain't fuckin' 'round no more
And if you don't show up
I'm knockin' on your front door

It is time for thee critical beatdown
It is time for thee critical beatdown

What's up mothafucka?
Yo, fuck you
Oh, so your bitch ass showed up?
Nigga, I ain't scared of you
Yeah, motha-
What's up, nigga?
What's happenin'?
Fuck off nigga
What's happenin' mothafucka?
Let's go

I'm done with the bullshit
I ain't fuckin' 'round no more
And if you don't show up
I'm knockin' on your front door
I'm done with the bullshit
I ain't fuckin' 'round no more
And if you don't show up
I'm knockin' on your front door

The words echo America's long and painful history of telling citizens of color
They do not belong here
Is the president a racist?
We live in fear every single day
But we never know what can happen to us because of our skin color
Get the fuck out of this country!
Go back to Israel!
Back to Mexico!
Essentially, it normalizes hate, and makes it acceptable

The love is fake
But the hate is real
The love is fake
But the hate is real

I got your back
I never lie
Save that shit
I've heard that bullshit before
My loyalty cannot be matched
Save that shit
I've heard that bullshit before
I'd ride for you
I'd die for you
Save that shit
I've heard that bullshit before
I'm there for you
I care for you
Save that shit
I've heard that bullshit before

When someone hates you, please believe this shit's real
They wish you bad luck
They wish you bad health
They want to see you sick, miserable and in pain
They want to see you choke
They want to see you broke
The hate is real, it's uncut, it's pure
It's not rare, it's easy to find
Ignorance breeds hate, hate breeds war
Been that way since the beginning of time

The love is fake
But the hate is real
The love is fake
But the hate is real

I hate racists, so I'm guilty too
I'm from L.A. where the red try to kill the blue
I'm from the place where the kids hate the fuckin' cops
(Kids hate the fuckin' cops)
Where the street violence never stops
Hate is jealousy but some's deeper than that
The hater wants you gone
Dead on your back
Love ain't always fake but I don't trust it
Hate will have you killed and won't discuss it

The love is fake
But the hate is real
The love is fake
But the hate is real

The love is fake
But the hate is real
The love is fake
But the hate is real

When somebody tells you they love you
That could be just a figure of speech
They might like you, they might be cool with you
But when somebody hates you
That shit is real
They fucking hate you

Six in the morning, police at my door
Fresh Adidas squeak across the bathroom floor
Out my back window I make my escape
Didn't even get a chance to grab my old school tape
Mad with no music, but happy 'cause free
And the streets to a player is the place to be
Got a knot in my pocket weighing at least a grand
Gold on my neck, my pistol's close at hand
I'm a self-made monster of the city streets
Remotely controlled by hard hip-hop beats
But just living in the city is a serious task
Didn't know what the pigs wanted, didn't have time to ask

Word, word, word

Seen my homeboys cooling way, way out
Told 'em 'bout my morning, cold bugged 'em out
Shot a little dice 'tll my knees got sore
Kicked around some stories 'bout the night before
Posse to the corner where the fly girls chill
Threw action at some freaks 'til one bitch got ill
She started acting stupid, simply would not quit
Called us all punk pussies, said we all weren't shit
As we walked over to her, ho continued to speak
So we beat the bitch down in the goddamn street
Just living in the city is a serious task
Bitch didn't know what hit her, didn't have time to ask
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Word, word, word

Continued clocking freaks with immense posteriors
Rolling in a Blazer with a Louis interior
Solid gold, the ride was raw
Bust a left turn, was on Crenshaw
Sean-e-Sean was the driver, known to give freaks hell
Had a beeper goin' off like a high school bell
Looked in the mirror, what did we see?
Fucking blue lights, L.A.P.D
Pigs searched our car, their day was made
Found an Uzi, .44 and a hand grenade
Threw us in the county high-power block
No freaks to see, no beats to rock
Didn't want trouble but the shit must fly
Squabbled with the sucker, shanked 'em in the eye
Just living in the county is a serious task
Nigga didn't know what hit him, didn't have time to ask

Word, word, word

Back on the streets after five and a deuce
Seven years later, but still had the juice
My homeboy Hen Gee put me up on the track
Told me E's rolling Villain, BJ's got the sack
Bruce is a giant, Nat C's clocking dough
Be-Bop's a pimp, my old freak's a ho
The batter rams rolling, rocks are the thing
Life has no meaning and money is king
Then he looked at me slowly and Hen had to grin
He said, "Man, you out early, we thought you got ten"
Opened his safe, kicked me down with long cash
Knew I would get busy, he didn't waste time to ask

I bought a Benz with the money, the rest went on clothes
Went to the strip, started pimping the hoes
My hair had grew long on my seven year stay
When I got it done, on my shoulders it lay
Hard from the joint, but fly to my heart
I didn't want trouble, but the shit had to start
Out with my crew, some punks got loud
Shotgun blasts echoed through the crowd
Six punks hit, two punks died
All casualties were applied to their side
Human lives had to pass just for talking much trash
We didn't know who they were, no one had time to ask

Word, word, word, word, word