| Well, I got some in the parking lot
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| In a shopping mall elevator headed for the top
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| When I got to the helipad I probably got shot
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| By a teenage, female rent-a-cop
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| I sit in the nimble as a chimp
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| Through a back alley breakin' I was blind as a bat
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| An uptown suit with a flute and a hat
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| And a face like a tripper with a baseball bat
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| So you’d better make change, smile
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| You’re a good shot headed for the pile
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| I lit it on fire in the middle of the road
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| Then I lit up a rock and let my brain explode, yeah
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| So, that female rent-a-cop sittin' in my trail
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| Like a drunk with a unicorn tryin' to read braille
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| So I stole a few hubcaps dusted off my
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| a gas can to get the wheels greased
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| (Now I’m huffin' down fumes in a room with a broom)
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| Till that rent-a-cop picked the lock with a spoon
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| I didn’t like the drink much a day
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| Wearin' nothin' but a badge and her underwear, yeah
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| (When the cop started talkin' I could feel it in my spine)
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| (It's a song that I know was a language of mine)
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| I danced like a punk on the floor
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| She just ran out around and for the door
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| But a thick-wrist sucker punch comin' through the air
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| Comin' right to the kisser then she grabbed me by the hair, yeah
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| She said you got my and I ain’t gonna stop
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| Till you either take a shit or you get off the pot
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| There’s a listenin' there but I can’t tell where
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| Maybe they’ve woman if you’re tryin' to
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| (And while you’re takin' advice from a girl at)
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| (From a wild, trash rent-a-cop driven by Thor)
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| Take a tip from me, you can take it on the road
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| You can never be a rent-a-cop if you lock and load |