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slug † christ - kill all the cops (even the cool ones) lyrics

[intro]
this is a psa from slug and houdinne
waging a war in the streets
against the motherf-ckin’ police

[hook: slug christ]
i’m fed up
whatch you finna do son ?
k!ll all the cops
even the cool ones
enough’s enough
i ain’t even kiddin’ brah
k!ll all the cops
don’t leave a single one

[bridge]x2
f-ck 12
f-ck 12
f-ck 12
f-ck 12
f-ck 12
f-ck 12
f-ck 12
aye

[verse 1: slug christ]
commandeer the drone sh-t
reprogram them to target pigs
you write me ticket i’ll write you ticket for not bein’ chill
i’mma free the world from corrupted
was you a f-ckin’ b-tch in high school ?
the police academy can supply ego
elevate ya half a step up on the totem pole
turn that inch into a mile now you true popo
f-ck 12, f-ck 12, f-ck 12 hoe
i’ll still be screamin’ that sh-t in the old folk’s home
that certificate don’t put your soul over my soul so
and since you ego trippin’ i’mma disembowl ya whole force
take this as a war declaration
might take min to get you all so please be patient
can’t comprehend how you sleep at night though
f-ck 12, f-ck 12, f-ck 12 ho

[hook: slug christ]
i’m fed up
whatch you finna do son ?
k!ll all the cops
even the cool ones
enough’s enough
i ain’t even kiddin’ brah
k!ll all the cops
don’t leave a single one

[bridge]x2
f-ck 12
f-ck 12
f-ck 12
f-ck 12
f-ck 12
f-ck 12
f-ck 12
aye

[verse 2: houdinne]
houdinne and slug cheese we slaughter all the pigs
fry they -sses into f-ckin’ bacon
rollin’ up them doobies in the station
blow the kush smoke in they faces
i fought the law and they was some b-tches
k!llin’ the cops and mailin’ their heads to their wives, we in business
last year young slug gave me and my bae a dead cop for christmas
this year i’mma step it up, give him two dead cops for christmas
we don’t give a f-ck we rollin’ up pounds we blowin’ it down
potato on the gun, it don’t make no sound, no hash browns
but please don’t get it twisted cause we also got missles
bazookas and them pistols we got all the ammunitions
just watch what happen when they try and write me a ticket
severed head on a stake like i do with the snitches
so that’s why when i wake man i f-ckin’ think
like godd-mn slug cheese mane we livin’ a police state

[hook: slug christ]
i’m fed up
whatch you finna do son ?
k!ll all the cops
even the cool ones
enough’s enough
i ain’t even kiddin’ brah
k!ll all the cops
don’t leave a single one

[bridge]x2
f-ck 12
f-ck 12
f-ck 12
f-ck 12
f-ck 12
f-ck 12
f-ck 12
aye

- slug † christ lyrics

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