Body Count - Who Are You? Lyrics

Artist: Body Count

Album: Born Dead

  • Songwriters: Ernest T Cunnigan, Tracy Lauren Marrow

You say that I hang out all night, that's okay
'Cause you drink all muthafuckin' day
You come home hit mom, smack mom, beat mom
Raise another brew to your face with you, swollen palm

Then you come in my room talkin' crazy shit
Sayin' I'm high, I'm on dope and I better quit
Muthafucka, if I was high you would die
Hit my mom once more and it's bye-bye

Who are you tryin' to judge me?
Get the fuck out my face
Who put you so above me?
Clear the fuck out my space

You say that I want sex all the time
That's all that seems to be on my muthafuckin' mind
Well, that's right, I want sex all the time
That's all that seems to be on my muthafuckin' mind

Well, that's right, I want sex every minute
Every hour of the day
Of the week, all the muthafuckin' time
But hold up who are you tryin' to talk shit

You'll hit your knees
Suckin' dick with a quickness
In the park, dark, car, grass, lickin' nuts
Suckin' butt with your tongue up my fuckin' ass

Who are you tryin' to judge me?
Get the fuck out my face
Who put you so above me?
Clear the fuck out my space
Get the fuck out my face, yeah

Who are you tryin' to judge me?
Get the fuck out my face
Who put you so above me?
Clear the fuck out my space

You need to stay the fuck out my face
Stay the fuck out my got damned face


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