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1000 homo djs – hey asshole lyrics


hey, hey you, hey you punk, yeah that’s right pull over now. pull over now. i said pull it over! that’s right. let me see some id. let me see your license. what is this? what is this? this says “expired”. alright, get the f-ck out of the car now.

what is that? get a f-cking hair… what is that f-cking long hair? get a haircut. hey joe, look at this guy! can you see this? he’s a f-cking sissy. that’s right. alright, up against the car now. that’s right, spread’em! i said spread’em!

you punk. look at you, you f-cking punk.

what rights? you want to hear your rights? f-ck your rights. spread’em. hey, you want to spend the night in county, huh? huh? what do you think you are? huh? you think you’re f-cking smart? why i ought to… hey what is that, punk? what did you call me? you call me “pig”? i’ll f-cking throw you down so fast… f-ck you. you punk. alright, f-ck you. where did you get this f-cking car anyways? what is this, a dodge? f-cking ’69 dodge? you’re driving… you got a license for this? you got plates? where’s the plates on this thing? i’ll bet you ain’t got any insurance. you’re driving around with no insurance, aren’t you? hey joe, look at this guy. alright, hey, what do you … what’s with your b-tch? get her out … you, b-tch, get out of the car now, too. yeah that’s right. spread’em! get a f-cking haircut! you got a job? what kind of job? get a real job, punk!

all right, freeze! stay right where you are, don’t move a f-cking inch. don’t move a muscle. that’s right, down, down on the floor, get down. on your tummy. spread’em! what is this? what do we got here? a package. you got a package. what is this doing? white package. oh, i see, yeah, you’re a f-cking drug addict. you’re a f-cking drug addict! get a f-cking job!

what’s with your chick? she f-cking … oh, jesus christ, she’s got an earing in her nose! joe, look at this chick! she’s f-cking sick. my god! i hope she don’t f-cking hang around with chicks … i don’t want my f-cking daughter … oh god, what a nightmare! quit your f-cking whining. i don’t want to hear about it. get in the back … look, i don’t want to hear about your f-cking rights. you got one right. you got the right to get in the back seat of the car now. you got it? what? what was that? i didn’t hear that. i didn’t f-cking hear that. look, that’s it. you’re going down now. that’s it. and what’s with that f-cking earing? what are you a f-g? you some kind of f-cking sissy, huh? that’s right, you’re going down with me … and you too ma’am. let’s go. i’m sorry, i don’t want to hear about it. i don’t want to hear your crying. you’re with him. don’t give me this. let’s see the f-cking sh-t in your pockets. come on. you’re coming with me now.

hey look, i can make this real easy. i can just beat the sh-t out of you and drop you off somewhere and f-ck the report. you know i got three f-cking pages of reports in triplicate. so f-ck you. you give me any hard time i’m going to f-ck you up. you understand? you see this f-cking gun right here? i’ll drill you so full of holes you won’t know what the f-ck hit you.

my god, you’re basically crying. god dammit, she sounds like a f-cking … blaugh. oh she’s annoying! oh my god she sounds like f-cking … uh … what the h-ll is that … joe, who is that b-tch that whines all the time? that, uh, erma bombeck or somebody?

all right, open up the trunk. that’s right. what’s with the bat? what’s with the bat in the back seat? what, do you play baseball? oh i see. oh you’re a g-ngb-nger. let me see your f-cking signs, let me see your colors. you got colors? i got colors. right here. f-cking black and blue all over your face.

what, are you representing? you want to throw down, punk, huh?

you have the right to remain silent. you have the right to an attorney. if you don’t have the money for an attorney, an attorney will be appointed for you. if you give up this right, then everything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. do you understand? oh, f-ck you, i don’t care if you understand. get in the f-cking back seat now! spread’em, punk! punk, i ought to give you a haircut right now. hey joe, get me my f-cking razorblade. i’m cutting this kid’s hair now. look at him. he looks like a f-cking -sshole. he’s a sissy. he’s a f-cking f-ggot. he drives a dodge! where are you from? are you from the south side? ohhh! punk. you’re a punk. i eat you for breakfast you little f-cking weasel.

look at his f-cking mug on this picture on his license. he looks so decrepit i can’t believe it. he’s got a face only a mother could hate.

freeze, -sshole! freeze, you f-cking son of a b-tch! look, hey, i’m f-cking too fat to be chasing you around. i’ll f-cking drill you full of holes, you punk. quit your f-cking running around. hey look, i’m going to kill you now! then i’ll throw you out in the back seat, out in a back alley on the f-cking south side and no one will ever know what the f-ck happened to you. in the river with you, you punk.

that’s right, you want to spend the night in county, huh? huh? you punk, huh? you got a job? get a job!

oh! what’s this bag here? you got a bag of powder? why don’t you give me some and we’ll forget about it. that’s right. yeah alright, so what. yeah, well, yeah what am i? – f-cking god? i’m human too. you know, you f-cking punks you think we’re all f-cking the same. we’re human! we got feelings! you treat us like sh-t, you treat us like f-cking pigs. if it wasn’t for us you little punks would be beaten up by some f-cking n-z- somewhere.

(woman: oh, not those handcuffs. i want the fur-lined ones.)

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