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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[repeat first verse]
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