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hoodie - all cops go to hell lyrics

[intro]
all cops go to h-ll
[x4]

[chorus]
startin campfires offa
dead cop bodies
stand inside the circle
burning bacon smells godly
roast little piggy
roast little piggy
roast
you can choke
on the f-ckin smoke
inhaling a ghost
[x2]

[verse]
dead cop body line a path
into the deep woods
bl–dy badge beat down
night stick sleep good
drop the gun
stop and hit the window
wit a molotov
anything from renta pig
park ranger to mall cops
h-lls got a spot that welcomes all cops

any race creed and religion
all cops go to h-ll
to plant seeds for the vision
oppression and demise will result in a rise
and the truth and the lies
separate within the wisdom
everybody knows a good guy when they see one
only good cops on reno 9 eleven re runs

i bet y’all wanna k!ll me when y’all heard this
pull up to my pad with american flags burning
your piece of fabric
don’t mean sh-t in my hood
plotting on a rotten cop
wanna see the maggots in him
make him suck the tip of the gun
to see the _______ in him
f-ck the police and no
blue lives don’t matter
you k!ll innocent people just to make your dough fatter
i don’t feel any sympathy when pd dome splatter
sergeant lookin into my eyes like sumn wild would
seen the badges do bad sh-t
when in my childhood

now that i’m an adult
and arrested for resisting
i got a piece of advice for everybody listening
stand your ground
and that applies to the cops too
if it ain’t justified
don’t let em stop you
always have a camera on you
ask em for they badge number
if they tryna shoot you
shoot first when they -ss comin
gangs that’ll pull up in a 2 man crew
and straight beat him till he
lookin like the blue man group

listen kids
ion really f-ck wit these hypocrites
give em blue faces
i ain’t talkin bout the cripping sh-t
all about the winners seat
victim don’t abide god
helps the kid chew thru bullets
like it’s a tide pod
lookin at a victim like a snack
inside the cabinet
every uniform, badge and the pig
crammed innit

tell the truth like jim carrey in liar liar
uniform would look better over an open fire
get a tire iron riding in your eye socket
then i take ya wallet out and empty it in my pocket
police are broke
so i know y’all didn’t have much
8 dollars an hour just to tell me put my hands up

[bridge 2]
h-lla f-ckin useless
y’all are f-ckin pathetic
professional snitch
being a b-tch is the aesthetic

[bridge]
and all cops go to h-ll
[x4]

[chorus]
startin campfires offa
dead cop bodies
stand inside the circle
burning bacon smells godly
roast little piggy
roast little piggy
roast
you can choke
on the f-ckin smoke
inhaling a ghost
[x2]

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