Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song KKK B***h, artist - Body Count. Album song Body Count, in the genre ХардкорDate of issue: 09.03.1992
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Warner
Song language: English
KKK B***h |
| Aw yeah, what’s up out there? |
| BC’s in the house |
| Right about now, I wanna tell you a little love story |
| You know what I’m sayin', this is a Body Count love story |
| Check out the lyrics, you know, I’m a tell you 'bout what happened |
| When we went down south last year on tour |
| Out on tour, yo, I been all around the world |
| Went to Georgia, met this fine-assed white girl |
| Blonde hair, blue eyes, big tits and thighs |
| The kinda girl that would knock out most guys |
| She got wild in the backstage bathroom |
| Sucked my dick like a muthafuckin' vacuum |
| Said, «I love you, but my daddy don’t play |
| He’s the fuckin' grand wizard of the KKK» |
| (I, I, I) |
| Love my KKK bitch, love it when she sucks me though |
| (I, I, I) |
| Love my KKK bitch, love it when she fucks me though |
| (I, I, I) |
| Love my KKK bitch, she loves it when I treat her bad |
| (I, I, I) |
| Love my KKK bitch, mutha fuck her dear old dad |
| You know what I’m sayin', so we was down south fallin' in love |
| You know D-Roc had this Nazi girl |
| My man, mooseman had a skinhead |
| I fell in love with Tipper Gore’s two twelve year old nieces |
| It was wild, you know what I’m sayin', it got even worse, you know |
| So one night they took us to a meetin' |
| White sheets, white hoods, no room for seatin' |
| There was Skinheads, Nazi’s and crazies |
| Talkin' 'bout black people pushin' up daisies |
| They hated Blacks, Jews, Puerto Ricans |
| Mexicans, Chinese, even the Indians |
| We had our hoods on, we were slick |
| She pushed her butt up hard against my dick |
| Then her daddy jumped on the stage |
| Talkin' 'bout killin' in a Goddamn rage |
| I got mad, my dick got hard |
| Entered in her ass, she said, «Oh my God» |
| (I, I, I) |
| Love my KKK bitch, love it when she fucks me though |
| (I, I, I) |
| Love my KKK bitch, I love her when she sucks me though |
| (I, I, I) |
| Love my KKK bitch, she loves it when I treat her bad |
| (I, I, I) |
| Love my KKK bitch, mutha fuck her dear old dad |
| So what we really tryin' to say is Body Count loves everybody |
| We love Mexican girls, Black girls, Oriental girls |
| It really don’t matter, if you from Mars, and you got a pussy |
| We will fuck you, you know, that’s all we’re sayin', word |
| So every year when Body Count comes around |
| We throw orgy in every little Southern town |
| KKK’s, Skinheads, and Nazi girls break their necks |
| To get to the party, it ain’t like their men can’t nut |
| Their dick’s too little and they just can’t fuck |
| So we get buck wild with the white freaks |
| We show them how to really work the white sheets |
| I know her daddy’ll really be after me |
| When his grandson’s named little Ice-T |
| (I, I, I) |
| Love my KKK bitch, love it when she fucks me though |
| (I, I, I) |
| Love my KKK bitch, she love me when she sucks me though |
| (I, I, I) |
| Love my KKK bitch, she loves it when I treat her bad |
| (I, I, I) |
| Love my KKK bitch, mutha fuck her dear old dad |