| Cock it back, pop it, I’m popping my Glock
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| Cock it back, pop it, let of every single shot
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| The system forces me to travel to court and watch my case unravel
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| I’d rather bury a fuckin judge in his gavel than gravel
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| They wanna see my funeral
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| Which explains triple 6's in my docket numeral
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| These pigs wanna lock me up for a wack crime
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| Tell me to come to court 9:30 AM — motherfucker, I sleep at that time
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| Yo, word is bond
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| I’d like to see some victim of injustice put bombs on his back and blow up
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| 120 Schermerhorn but not when I’m there
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| So kick my door in, cause any warrant I got I’m ignorin'
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| Get off my dick, pig, you makin my testicles tired
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| Tryin' a charge me for assault without using electrical wires
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| It won’t stick, it’s like assault without the battery
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| I’ll inject mescaline into your anatomy if you rat on me
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| I’m like Carlito Brigante
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| These bitches want me, go suck dick on a donkey
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| You fucking cunt piece
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| Judicial system crooked like the novels of Grisham
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| Ain’t worth piss in the bums' bladder, the funds matter
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| With some collateral, law is corporate laterals
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| Written in Latin, by bastards stackin' em smackaroos
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| Enforced on the poor and pathetic, that run to war or get wetted
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| Off with your head, get a coffin and flag for credit
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| Catching hell or yellin' for medics
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| To satisfy a hell of a fetish
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| Red as blood trails from the perished
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| Military kill and bury for propaganda news
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| Rockefeller wrote they was dumb, stupid animals
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| That base life off of that one group and camera crew
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| Now camouflage scanners move on the slums
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| In the sand and dunes
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| For royal bloodliners, that fuck minors
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| Plus luff vagina
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| From the kind you find at Wonderama
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| Gunshot |