i got my black shirt on.
i got my black gloves on.
i got my ski mask on.
this sh*t’s been too long.
i got my twelve gauge sawed off.
i got my headlights turned off.
i’m `bout to bust some shots off.
‘m `bout to dust some cops off.
cop killer, it’s better you than me.
cop killer, f*ck police brutality!
cop killer, i know your family’s grievin’ (f*ck ’em!)
cop killer, but tonight we get even.
i got my brain on hype.
tonight i’ll be your night.
i got this long-*ssed knife,
and your neck looks just right.
my adrenaline’s pumpin’.
i got my stereo b*mpin’.
i’m ’bout to kill me somethin’.
a police stopped me for nuthin’!
die, die, die police, die!
f*ck the police!
f*ck the police!
f*ck the police, for darryl gates.
f*ck the police, for rodney king
f*ck the police, for my dead homies.
f*ck the police, for your freedom.
f*ck the police, don’t be a p*ssy.
f*ck the police, have some m*th*f*cking courage.
f*ck the police, sing along.
i’m a m*th*f*cking cop killer!
anyway. they’re the lyrics from the sleeve,
theres not much variation.
he says of, not off. near the end he says
what do you want to be when you grow up?
the answer being cop killer
that was track 18. but track 17 also got taken off the
cd (here in
australia anyway). its not a song, just half a minute of
out in the parking lot
this next record is dedicated to some personal friends of
mine, the l.a.p.d.
for every cop that has ever taken advantage of somebody,
beat `em down or
hurt ’em because they had long hair, listened to the
wrong kind of music,
wrong colour, .whatever they thought was the reason to
for every one of those f*ckin’ police, i’d like to take a
pig out here
in this parking lot and shoot them in their m*th*f*ckin’
what can i say. he’s a poet! another change to the cd:
on the cover of the cd, that ugly looking guy used to
cop killer tattooed across his chest and now its body
sorry, no music. if you really want i can have a go at
trying to work it out.
hope this helped bye for now,