Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song No Police , by - Jon MurdockRelease date: 03.11.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
No Police |
| Yeah, I’m back at it, the rat-a-tat-tatter |
| The gray matter, stray splatter, hit your cake batter |
| The Duncan Hines, moist Sara Lee recipe |
| Got these faggot wack rap niggas frontin', stressin' me |
| John Lennon, Yoko Ono |
| Shave products by men and rock a live Polo |
| The pale horse rider, sip ale or the lager |
| Impaled from the llama, Jon 'Dock will rock-a-bye ya |
| To start a pistol track meet, blow it and go |
| The hunnid bar dash, Jesse O, Pesci to Joe |
| Casino big pen bleeding in the studio |
| Ass cheeks derrière, compared with a booty flow |
| Christian Bale, Heath Ledger, call movie phone |
| Didn’t bring my bitch but I brought an ill groupie though |
| Bubblegum pop, sucks cock, Keith Bazooka Joe |
| Strips, licks dicks, but no one F’n knew it though |
| Mitsuru Ka sword slash that ass fast, the Demon Hanzō |
| Cut you pronto, samurai zone ranger danger for you |
| Tantō, stainless steel hypodermic |
| Under the surface, the planet rock, cannon cocked |
| Now what you suckers is worth, bitch? |
| Armor like fifteen, me |
| Now watch a burst, quick, killer arm on a tarot card |
| In your hearse, kid |
| Spit verses, rip purses from six nurses |
| Outside the hospital, with a twitch, nervous |
| The bipolar dime roller, rhyme sculptor, nine holder |
| Die when I approach ya, time’s over |
| Sandman sleepin', eyes closed, lucid dream state |
| I fade y’all out, Brutus «the Barber» Beefcake, Rick Moranis |
| Shop of Horrors, shrunken head status, sets damaged |
| When I shrunk the kids, they heads vanished |
| Jolly Ranchers, HEMA bottles, full throttle |
| Bitches puff Parliaments, body like a model |
| Ass like an Olympic gymnast, when the hip switched |
| The year was '96, thinking, «Kid, I gotta hit this» |
| Pot rocks and Boston baked beans, closet straight fiends |
| Missed they morning hit, no fix, they straight mean |
| Need another line, float to Billy Ocean on another dime |
| Snort from sundown to sunup in the summertime |
| Yeah, Flying Dutchmen |
| Dramatic tactics |
| Motherfuckers, what? |
| The superhero, no cape on |
| Flying Dutchmen, yeah |
| One time, Jon Murdock, Lex Starwind |
| Nicorette, Nicotine, Nicaragua |
| Napoleon complex, flex, draw the llama |
| The Dutchmen, baby, crush mics crazy |
| French toast, french fries, french tickler |
| Threw the condom on my shit then put the dick in her |
| Drunk driving, kill the bitch, homicide vehicular |
| Ejected from the whip but took a lot of guys to pick her up |
| Motherfuckers, Flying Dutchmen |