Police, for them everything is allowed, think themselves too polite, it's desastrous and nervous, free for the blood of the innocent, sometime pitiless, I feel it.
I often feel hatred cos' racist in that case, rasta and weed buster it must stop !
In clique, full of gossips, but run off and hide in the cellar, a helmet on top under crack ! Hunting what ? Ripping off tactlessly, committing jackal acts, here comes the the fascists pact, that's clear, draw the golden curtains of forces of law and order, f****** hell, everything upside down, put them down on all fours, may they be submitted, may we f*** them with no end, grab the c4 hidden in the locker's cartel, that's clever to go so far as to pull out tue yeyo out of the a****** of those pigs.
Police ain't no peace ! That's the way you want me to tell it.
A rice grain incinerated in your brain you don't deserve the badge, it's awful yeah; that's cop A.K.A SS with that sound bwoy, I repeat designation
That's the way it is, keep quiet !
Before going on put some b**** on, before the knocks, before you hunt and load the cartridge, rhytmically in time watch out who you shoot, you tremble coward, men in blue.
I often feel hatred cos' racist in that case, rasta and weed buster it must stop !
In clique, full of gossips, but run off and hide in the cellar, a helmet on top under crack ! Hunting what ? Ripping off tactlessly, committing jackal acts, here comes the the fascists pact, that's clear, draw the golden curtains of forces of law and order, f****** hell, everything upside down, put them down on all fours, may they be submitted, may we f*** them with no end, grab the c4 hidden in the locker's cartel, that's clever to go so far as to pull out tue yeyo out of the a****** of those pigs.
Police ain't no peace ! That's the way you want me to tell it.
A rice grain incinerated in your brain you don't deserve the badge, it's awful yeah; that's cop A.K.A SS with that sound bwoy, I repeat designation
That's the way it is, keep quiet !
Before going on put some b**** on, before the knocks, before you hunt and load the cartridge, rhytmically in time watch out who you shoot, you tremble coward, men in blue.