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I wake up every morning, kiss my wife goodbye |
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Hug my kids, tell em I love em, my mouth, hit the fried |
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I'm out on patrol, in my squad car, do I lay |
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Where you never know, if you'll be makin it home today |
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So many different attitudes, that I come across |
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I'm hard to console tonight, feeling nobody's lost |
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Hookers hustlers killers and thieves, out on the streets |
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Got my mind warped, just found another corpse on the beat |
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Bound gagged raped, I'm frustrated, I hate it |
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Found a woman in the dumpster, body was mutilated |
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Bad dreams all up in my head, no lie |
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Sometimes I gotta take a sniff so I can get by, why |
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Don't I get hurt, cause there go my nerves, I got the urge |
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To merge this bullet in my brain, relieve my pain |
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What a fuckin shame, I don't wanna live, I paint the wall |
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With the bloodstains, eye of the pig, I see it all |
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The eye of the pig |
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DJ Muggs cuts and scratches'This pig' from Pigs |
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I've been on the force, over twenty years, I can say |
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That I'm worse, than some of these motherfuckers I put away |
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I'm in the biggest gang you ever saw, above the law |
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Lookin through the eye of the pig, I see it all |
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Drug abusers, drug dealers and the gang-bangin |
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Pieces of shit who should be on the fuckin news hangin |
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These days you can't tell who's-who in the world |
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Is that a whore, or is that, an innocent young girl? |
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Fuck, I need a drink, and I'm almost off |
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At the precinct, it's like an AA meeting all gone wrong |
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I.A. got an eye, on my close friend guy |
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For takin a supply from evidence from a bust on a buy |
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That doesn't concern me, we never rat on each other |
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We went through the academy, just like frat brothers |
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Midnight, I only have an hour left on my shift |
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Think I'll get my dick SUCKED by this basshead bitch |
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My marriage is all FUCKED, my wife is with the neighbors |
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Subpeonaed, now I gotta sign these fuckin divorce papers |
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I recall, happier times, before the fall |
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Look into the eye of the pig, I see it all |
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Now I'm on my way, back to the station to check out |
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So I can go home, relax, take a drink and think about |
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My abrupt change, out of the clean, to the corrupt |
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Look into the eye of the pig, I'm all fucked |
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No longer can I determine, who's the criminal |
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From the innocent man down, to the pedophile |
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No one gives a fuck about me, I'm slippin |
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Into darkness, I'm comin to grips and feelin heartless |
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Watch this, a dark green truck, tinted windows |
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Duly modified, probably a dope dealer inside |
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"Pull it over to the curb, take your keys out " |
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And raise your hands out the window and get em in high position |
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Don't move, or I'm gonna blast your fuckin head off |
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Just tell me where the guns and dope are and you'll get off |
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Don't give me that bullshit, I've heard about your raps |
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All you talkin about is slangin and shootin off the scraps |
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OK, Mr. Freeload, get the FUCK out of the truck |
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I love it how all you fuckin rappers think it's so funny |
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Hit the FUCKIN floor, I need no probable cause |
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You got a big sack of coke in your truck (what?) so take a pause |
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You find it funny? Get that smile off your face |
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Motherfucker take this |
