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24. officer down

i’m not about h0m+phobia, but when you’re being frisked many of them really are enjoying the sh+t outta their job. that’s why the harassment factor is 1 of the biggest. because they wanna stick their insect hands in a person’s cookie jar

closet cases got a major sweet tooth craving. next to the priesthood, it’s the best profession for a s+xual abuse paradise. beat downs & sodomy, that’s what i call a battering ram

i amputated a few hands & feet before decimating them…you can say they went out on a limb. let’s see you search anything when your hands are removed, literally disarmed

i went & got a job @ krispy kreme just so i could poison the police. ya think it had extra frosting because i like ya?? nosing in all these judgmental questions like you’re writing my biography

these f+cking pukes are way off, i guess that’s why they’re called officers

hand on your gun unprovoked, in love with your job
taxidermy when you’re dead, call that a toy cop
after these chambers hit you, then you’re thrown in the chamber
hypogeum no one finds or see ya, don’t wanna be ya
blind me with your bright lights like you’re a scared b+tch
call for backup little f+ggot like you seen the blair witch
i’m polite & know my rights, but a bully gets a fight
& crooked cops get set straight or broken down to size
subvert the authority for at least the majority
pigs making messes like we’re gonna clean up sorting things
go sit on your night stick & like it
& whoever you think you are, better watch who you fight with
yo piggie, it’s a badge not a shield
but i’ll test the theory when i blast the steel
you wanna see that evil dwell in me with ominous melodies
then committing deviltry which explains a felony
carl cj johnson style, san andreas
but this ain’t a godd+mn game, i’m not playin’
this is assh0l+ tax season, time to pay it
pigs in a blanket from body bags they will lay in
thinking you can f+ck with me whenever you wish
the long arm of the law, b+tch, i slashed its wrist
infractions lead to violent, hasty actions
to approach thee by encroaching is your health hazard
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what was their name again? officer down
this is swine flu but turning slaughterhouse now
no justice, no peace, f+ck the police
freeze & drop whatever scam that’s up your sleeve

got me pinned down in the street like football, over what?
because i look like a criminal, or i was smoking a blunt?
y’all encourage people to talk like some parrots
break your b+tch ass up like a marriage
drunk on foolish power is the profile they impinge
you’re a b+tch like a minge for my rights you infringe
you aren’t a prodigal or a pot of gold, just a lot of bull
couldn’t see it with a monocle that cops are diabolical
profiling me more than a filing cabinet
police are the biggest gang on the planet
narc ass f+cks like starsky & hutch
’cause it’s 187 on a undercover cop
what you call police on bikes? bacon bits
jon bunnell is selling smack, coke & rock making it
see, once upon a time you got punked around like a b+tch
now you think you’re getting even bullying doing this
breaking the very same laws you’re supposed to protect
your phony higher cause just lowers respect
ain’t no holding back when you own a badge, treat it like a golden pass
f+cked up in the head like smoking crack
searching my backpack, searching my car
search your hand down your draws. but no pair of b+lls
every here & there legit cops appear
i’m not delusional or drunk, that sh+t’s just ever clear
f+cking with sidroe
get you a slit throat
can’t go for your pistol
have ya ducking like limbo
stalk you through the window
off a cliff you will get thrown
coming at you like missiles
get f+cked up your sh+t hole
f+cking your b+tch slow
smoke up & get blown
don’t care if i get known
better get all of this, yo

f+ck the fame, i’m just in+famous

2014 this is what it be. cop serial k!llin’, portrait ov a villain

rest in peace to jeff hanneman

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