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They say tears are the blood of the soul
And five out of ten cops are sons of bitches
[Hook]
Cop-killer, cop-killer
[Part 1]
Scarf around my neck, 'cause today's payday
"Fuck peace," Satan whispers to me
We've been oppressed too many times and bitten by the police dog
Even as a teenager, they punched me in the face
Handcuffs on our wrists, bruises
And they beat us with a baton
Kicks to the ribs, pepper spray, a hundred milliliters
In front of civilians right in the middle of the city
Leather gloves as protection for the fist
Our bones are bruised, both eyes black
You fucking cops, just keep on with your mad cow disease
Until they say: “The Cop-Killer has arrived”
[Hook]
Cop-Killer
Cop-Killer
[Part 2]
I sweat the cuffs shut and throw my eyes open
No interest in silver handcuffs on my brown skin
The narcotics squad is corrupt, just like customs
They fuck you with three, but only one goes in the report
What’s that about? Ask the prosecutor
The coked-out one’s hanging out in the evidence room
He takes seventy grams—that’ll be enough for a month
Replaces it with mannitol—no one’ll notice, right?
Fuck the law book, blow it, Lady Justice
Today’s a day of blood revenge, bro, reload the Uzis
You fucking cops, just keep driving your mad cow disease
Until they say: “The cop-killer has arrived”
They say tears are the blood of the soul
And five out of ten cops are sons of bitches