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@ Zarmen
Yeah!
Six-up, five-oh, pigs come, I cop 'n' go
The blotter shows they got me on the rocks like Galapagos
Good luck finding critters creepy as me
They shoulda fried me, I'll give ya PTSD
Vodka shots droppin' down the throat that they been stompin' on
Cockin' guns, lockin' up, the quotas all for shock 'n' awe
Drivin's tirin', and I been hotwirin'
To make my get away from the jailbreak riot and
Cellmates scrapin' upon the bricks in the basement
Tryin' to escape this probation generation
Too late, crazy fucker's gotta do the time
Committed to the mental ward, committing all the crimes
I'm alive and kickin' 'til the split ends fray
Maybe plead insane, guilty, but I'm not to blame
Save your convictions, they never will do
What you say's at least one six-billionth true!
You bear a striking resemblance
(Some kind of semblance of somethin' I been rememberin')
You appear familiar, dear
(You look just like my bathroom mirror)
Please, policeman, no heel-to-toe
Oh please, let me go
Please, policeman, is it a test?
I won't know 'til I'm under arrest
Am I being detained?
Am I under arrest? (Yes, you are!)
Read me my rights, please (No!)
I want my phone call!
Please policeman, no heel-to-toe
Oh please, let me go
Please policeman, is it a test?
I won't know 'til I'm (ratatatatatatata!)
Please, policeman, no heel-to-toe
Oh please, let me go
Please, policeman, is it a test?
I won't know 'til I'm under arrest
