You're A Cop

Powdered sugar on your fingers, coffee on your shirt
Bribes in your pocket, you never do any work
You fat fucking slob you just sit in a car
Until you get off work then it's back to the bar

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You fucking pig-pig
You're a fucking cop-cop <i>[x4]

You never catch any crooks but harass everyone else
Your fat fingers don't fit the trigger you're too slow to catch
A nigger
You're a suburban cop because you're scared of the city
You broke a stool at dunkin donuts because you're so fucking fat

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