I got the call at 3.33 I arrived at the scene It was a masonic conspiracy You don't know what I mean Crystal meth lab raid Was the scene of my
Remote Control of your stinking family tree Ain't no knight in shining armor gonna sweep your momma off her feet Spends her life just squirting pups
up now we got you by the balls You fucked up you fucked with the Cops You fucked up you fucked with the Cops You fucked up you fucked with the Cops
Welcome to New Jersey It's late at night and you're far from home Your radio's on and you're driving alone Until a sign looms from to gloom The words
I got armor piercing bullets in my Taurus '92 It's fully locked and loaded and it's waiting just for you A nickel plated magnum with the custom fitted
'll tell ya punks, the name's Cobb Knobbler Satanic Nazi, Weenie gobbler I was in the 'Nam, now I'm on the lam Joined up with the X-Cops, kickin' ass
Out on the streets, I'm looking for some crack I got a pipe in my mouth and a body in the back So I call the paddy wagon and ram it up her shitter
X-Copy patrol your streets tonight and we will judge what's wrong and right And if you interfere With what we're doing here It's your unlucky day
Nobody's gonna take my car, it's gonna race you to the ground, yeah Nobody's gonna take my car, it's gonna break the speed of sound, yeah Yeah it's
It's a dirty job but someones got to do it So open up your ass so I can look into it 'Cause you never know what you're gonna find When you ram your
Mamma's little Baby got busted, busted Mamma's little Baby's goin down down down down Down to the cell where Bubba crowns you queen Where the floors
Some may call me pig, but you may call me 5-0 Very few have the nerve to protect and to serve Fighting crime Everyday I put my life on the line
I'll tell ya punks, the name's Cobb Knobbler Satanic Nazi, Weenie gobbler I was in the 'Nam, now I'm on the lam Joined up with the X-Cops, kickin' ass
Zipperpig, Zipperpig, Zipperpig, Oh Zipperpig, Zipperpig, Zipperpig, Oh I got the call at 3.33 I arrived at the scene It was a masonic conspiracy You
Some may call me pig, but you may call me 5-0 Very few have the nerve to protect and to serve Fighting crime Everyday I put my life on the line Some
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