| Driving down the freeway
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| About to smoke
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| A tulip of fresh pseudo nugs
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| Reaching for the lighter
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| My taste buds are enticed
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| I’m feeling high
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| Listening to Fleshgrind
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| Watching the idiot in front of me Veer to the left, accelerate
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| Speed traps radars me,
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| Police lights flash
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| Oh shit… they are pulling me over
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| Runs to the car, smells the reefer
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| Pull me out throws me to the ground
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| In his panic, feeds me to his dog
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| Road is hot burning flesh
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| While back-ups destroy the car
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| All for a little bid of weed
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| Dog bite my arm,
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| treat me as a murderer
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| Please let me up the handcuffs are too tight
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| I’m begging you please this is not right
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| These hicks fucking laugh at me You bled to much, you’re under arrest
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| for what your done with no contest…
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| Cannibal cop
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| You bastards will pay when I sue you
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| For the tremendous brutality
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| for smoking weed
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| While most people receive citations
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| You punched me in the head,
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| kicked me to the floor,
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| Blackened my eye,
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| bloodied up the nose,
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| for ingesting danga, and broke my arm
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| Said I resisted arrest
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| Nazi pig blessed man gay as hell
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| Prejudice too
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| Taking out frustration
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| or raping unsuspecting men
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| You bite their cocks
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| Glad none of that happened to me Medical attention is at hand
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| Still I’m chained to this hospital bed
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| Then you’ll laugh as if this were a joke
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| Throw me in a cell
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| with bloodied up clothes
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| You punched me in the head,
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| beat me in the ribs,
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| Kicked me in the nose
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| 'cause I’m not gay
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| Nazi pig blessed hag, you’ll be shot
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| by Christ-fearing men…
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| Eradicate Authority
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| Cops beat nimble,
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| Cops beat quick,
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| Crushing human faces with a nightstick
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| If people like this
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| are sent to patrol the meek
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| Harrassing civilians,
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| terrorizing the streets
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| Only smoked a joint,
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| look at what they did to me Beaten to a pulp
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| Your honor hear my plea,
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| What I speak is the truth
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| Only smoked a joint
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| Honesty of my youth
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| And you’ll treat me like shit
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| The justice system is a commodity
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| designed to make money. |