Lyrical Breakdown of Fuck the Police X 10 - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
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This goes to that motherfucker who just maced my niece Them
motherfuckers who just took a million dollars worth of jewelry from
me It's on now, motherfucker It's all on now,
motherfucker
Dear police, are you afraid? (Are you afraid?
) What have you been taught at that
academy to be afraid? (Scared ass bitch)
Why you don shoot at the hand,
thigh or the leg (tell me that)
Why you get shoot for the blacks,
chasin' they head (you call police)
What if your job got shot down for no reason? (What if that your job?)
He had no gun, hands up, shot for no reason (you dirty bitch)
They charge him,
said they gon' convict him, I don't believe (I don't believe)
Protect and serve, they don't do it,
so we don't need 'em
You pussy bitches,
pigs in trainin' You bitches dangerous, look in the mirror,
y'all the fucking gangsters You pussy bitches,
I hope you rot in hell Hope you get fucked in that cell,
motherfucker You pussy bitches,
look how they do us niggas They wanna act like we wrong,
when we shoot them bitches
Without that badge,
you a bitch in a hat You pussy ass nigga with a gun Fuck your pussy
ass, fuck your captain too You need a headshot, bitch,
for your sons
They the biggest gang in the world They do
the coldest things in the world
They ask me how I feel 'bout the cops
gettin' shot Eye for eye,
tooth for tooth You don't give a motherfuck what they do to you If
they can line 'em all up,
they'll shoot the crew Like the tosser cops,
she a crazy bitch Inmates listen up, please do me a favor,
rape the bitch I'm at the point where I hate this shit I'm at the
point where I can't take this shit no more,
nigga If anybody on the news tryna take off for 'em I ain't watchin'
your show, you a hoe, nigga Baton Rouge, Baltimore, [?
] It's goin' brazy, bitch down,
get retarded We gotta show 'em that black lives matter It's no love
for the chief in the casket
Pussy bitches, you know that you wrong You shoot for no reason,
you come in our homes, they don't wanna leave us alone Pussy bitches,
you committin' these murders You scared and you nervous,
your purpose is murder You pussy bitches,
I hate you with all of my heart I hate how you look in 'em suits,
I hate how you walk in 'em boots I hate your whole family, bitch,
you ain't no grown man, you a bitch I hope that your daughter,
she suckin', the blackest of blackest of dicks
Bitches got me mad and I'm turnt up They do it in your city,
fuckin' burn it up Don't stop, man, run,
better get the fuck Like Tip say, man,
it's either them or us Tell me this, why you shoot that man?
Wake up, it's the Klu Klux Klan They just took the white shit off
they head And put another color suit on instead They kill two of us
niggas every week Leave us dead,
stinkin' in the street Say we was a threat
to they ass But they lyin' 'cause it's on TV
And the rules that they got for the law
When them bitches go to court,
they gon' walk If the police every ask you a question Don't talk,
they a interview
Pussy bitches,
I hope that you die I hope you get put in the alligator pit and eaten
alive Pussy bitches,
I hope you don't sleep I'm fuckin' your
daughters real hard in they asshole, I'm the police