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Call the Cops

Jack, Jackie, you keep them rollers in ya hair

With that plastic on ya head, huh

Man, hey, Keith, who did ya jerry curls, man?

Look goodI seen yall this mornin' on cops, man

They had yall pictures, all ya profiles and everythin'

Yall should stay low

Gene called, he need five dollarsUltimate focus behind ya neck

Cant reflex with text on your lyrical index

Stop the masses, rotate the fastest

Afro jerry curl world, get ignited re-invited

On your main sources like the EnforcersSub-machines spray your Liberace pianos

Free style ambulances ring out your new dances

While yall cant rap we took your Ampex

We have protective custody, got your face disgustin meWith animal like instincts, I left a dead gorilla in the skatin rink

Penetrated your Gap jeans with Black & Decker machines

Alternate your scullies, catch dead rats in Saran Wrap

Put used diapers on your windshield wipers

Make you eat your own feces, sell your [Incomprehensible]Pull out your colon, leave your glands swollen

Uncircumcised between your moms thighs

Thats right, with a face like Michael Myers

I clip the ears off your bodyguards with some bloody pliersBound to eat a German Shepard in the Mojave Desert

While yall talk gangsta, I push body parts in shoppin' carts

Leave wigs on streets on Melrose so coroners can smell thoseArms for three days, with three legs

In the back seat yall get the back heat

With the police department scared to look at my apartmentThree weeks ago I dumped a bag of legs with beer kegs

Went to Ralphs and bought a six pack and some eggs

Seen my face in the paper with a beard, went home and shaved

Took out ya bodies in the pickup truck back to the graveDrinkin yoo-hoos and dough nuts, yall punks think Im so nuts

Walkin in hospital rooms like the black Dr. Dooom

Push you in the wheelchair out the window down the steps like Iancide

You run and hide, handicap with no maps, Im after you, throw gas at you(The projects called the cops)

The F.B.I. got our fingerprints

Heavy big weights, we move in alternate states(The projects called the cops)

The F.B.I. got our fingerprints

Heavy big weights, we move in alternate states(The projects called the cops)

The F.B.I. got our fingerprints

Heavy big weights, we move in alternate states(The projects called the cops)

The F.B.I. got our fingerprints

Heavy big weights, we move in alternate statesJackie Jasper with illegal drugs, sellin' for the thugs

A bag of penises and twenty butt plugs, Persian rugs

Wit dead bodies on it, call Colombo, who done it?

Solve it and Ill revolve it and hold it

To the war, to the hogs, to the dogsVagina with bugs, rubs, cubs, gettin' fellatio

Ratio fa sho, positive why I die

I live comatose tomato juice and Cherry Hos and toast

Santa and Barbara at the Barbie CoastMost chicks licks black holes, French expose

Wastin my children on her clothes somewhere up her nose

Suppose I penetrated ya neck with a Bic pen

With a belt around my waist like Bookmen, dont ask my neighborsBodies dead, sixty-nine flavors, behaviors

Smokin glass wit coleslaw hangin out ya ass

Take a blast, Im travelin fast, pass a nymphomaniac

Diggin up corpse, Im a necrophiliacGettin' my chick back in an up-smack

Had that head bobbin', joggin', cyclin', recyclin'

Connivin', arrivin', hearse drivin its even

Seven heads, ten horns, believin' evil demonAs Stella Steven retreatin youre beatin, eatin dead puss

Sardine can smell from here to hell

A gladiator wit tights under disco lights

Blowin a harmonica, yo, in Santa Monica in a Honda

Name dazzle night fall the press cross, dressed you're named RhondaCall Macero, call Dan-O, call Cello

Five-O rollin in a Pinto from Ohio, Toledo, down to San Pedro

Believe me, hoe, I sold Curtis the blowThe F.B.I. got our fingerprints

Heavy big weights, we move to alternate states(The projects called the cops)

The F.B.I. got our fingerprints

Heavy big weights, we move to alternate states(The projects called the cops)

The F.B.I. got our fingerprints

Heavy big weights, we move to alternate states(The projects called the cops)

The F.B.I. got our fingerprints

Heavy big weights, we move to alternate states

(Let's book 'em)

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