Текст песни:

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 are cold and the bunk′s unclean

And the soft bellied white boy gets fucked ′til he screams



You were born with a different set of rules

You were raised in the Hood by cracked out fools

Now you′re taking your guns and knives to school



Proving to your friends that you′re so damn cool

Now you′re attending a different school

You will obey Sgt. Zipperpigs every rule



I know you′re not afraid boy

I′ve seen your silly games boy

I know that prison is hard on your hole

I know you′re not afraid boy

I′ve seen your silly games boy

I know that prison is hard on your hole



Hole Hole Hole Hole Hole Hole Hole Hole



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 are cold and the bunk′s unclean

And the soft bellied white boy gets fucked ′til he screams



When they beat you down like all the other fools

And you′re sitting in a pile of your own stool

Then maybe you′ll think about obeying some rules

When you figure out that you can′t being

And you′re tired of being forced to act like a queen

Then you′ll sit down and listen to the sound of the barbells cling



Listen to the Barbells cling

Listen to the Barbells cling

Listen to the Barbells cling

Listen to the Barbells cling

You can′t be king

Listen to the Barbells

Listen to the Barbells

Listen to the Barbells cling

Listen to the Barbells



[Solo]



I know you′re not afraid boy

I′ve seen your silly games boy

I know that prison is hard on your hole

I know you′re not afraid boy

I′ve seen your silly games boy

I know that prison is hard on your hole



Hard on your hole [repeat]

Hole Hole

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Текст песни:

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 fist up a person′s behind



Cavity Search on the side of the road

I′m almost positive I′m breking a code

But I′m the one who′s in control

It′s my job to search your hole



With a rubber glove pulled on my fist

I search your every orifice

Probing you with icy tools

I search for drugs and stir your stools



Cavity Search on the side of the road

I′m almost positive I′m breking a code

But I am here to protect the souls

Of the people who pay me to look up prisoners holes

So drop′em

Spread′em wide

This is gonna hurt you a lot more than it′s gonna hurt me



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 fist up a person′s behind



Cavity search by the side of the road

I know damn well that I′m breaking a code

But I am here to protect the soules

Of the people who pay me to look up your hole

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Текст песни:

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 a killing machine, it′s got everything

Got that driving power license to kill everything



I love it, I need it, I feel it

Yeah, it′s a wild thing, all right, hold tight

I′m the Highway Star



Nobody′s gonna take my gun, I′m gonna keep it til the end, yeah

Nobody′s gonna touch my gun, or I′ll shoot ya in the face

Yeah it′s a killing machine, it′s got everything

Yeah, got that magnum power license to kill everything



I love it, I need it, I feel it

Six cylinders, all mine, all right, hold tight

I′m the Highway Star



[Solo Scrapinetti]



Nobody′s gonna take my batch, cause I still can′t take no blame, yeah

Nobody′s gonna take my batch, so now I′m on the road again, yeah

Yeah, I′m in heaven again, I got everything

You′re a damn punk bum and I′m the king of everything



I love it, I need it, I bleed it

Yeah, it turns me on, all right, hold tight

I′m the Highway Star



[Solo Depantsia]



[Repeat 1st verse]

@ X-Cops

Текст песни:

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

We′ll blow your ass away



But if you fuck around

Then you′ll be goin down

We′ll beat you to your knees

You are the enemy

Because we wear a shield

We have the right to kill

And if the guiltless die

We turn a blind eye



We turn a blind eye

We turn a blind eye

We turn a blind eye



Blind Eye

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Текст песни:

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



Paddy wagon rape, I can′t get a date

Paddy wagon rape, we are working late



Get on the horn gotta call up the boys

The paddy wagon′s rockin′, she′s makin′ lots of noise

So I give the bitch a kiss I give her titty a rub

Yeah the guys really loose it when I fuck her with my club



So climb aboard

There′s always room for more



Paddy wagon rape, I can′t get a date

Paddy wagon rape, we are working late



Cheered on by my buddies I slam at her vadge

Hell I can′t believe that they gave me a badge



(I put a whippin′ on her cunt and a hurtin′ on her ass)

(No ? - Bitch)



So climb aboard, there′s always room for more



Paddy wagon rape, I can′t get a date

Paddy wagon rape, we are working late

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Текст песни:

The name is Cobb Knobbler

And you′re here with me now



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 and porkin′ chops



The party′s over

I wear a uniform

The party′s over

I wanna keep you warm



These are moments that I treasure

Agony is placed with pleasure

I know I′ll do my duty

I′ll restrain my gay-boy booty



The party′s over

I wear a uniform

The party′s over

I wanna keep you warm



I tried to die and then I cried

Really had to look inside

What it was that got me here

I am just a big fat queer



Sacrifice a goat, slice your fucking throat

That′s right punk, I′m also on junk



The party′s over

The party′s over



Well I love to look at Hitler′s maps

Hobnail boots and leather chaps

I used to live in San Francisco

Drop your drawers and pass the crisco



Now I′m naked on display, all the bad guys know I′m gay

They line up around the block, to suck the ghost of Hitler′s cock



Suck my motherfuckin′ dick!

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Текст песни:

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 grips

A fully auto AK with the big banana clip

A .45 baretta with an extra magazine

A sawed of riot shotgun and the mighty M-16

A back up Colt .380 that I keep inside my sock

All my guns are so much fun I love them like my cock



My 3rd leg is my savior

My 3rd leg′s like a son

My 3rd leg is my master

My 3rd leg is my gun



I′ve got confiscated weapons from a hundred bogus busts

That wait for me when I get home to satisfy my lust

I feel their barrel close to mine it′s making me erupt

It′s so good to be a cop so good to be corrupt



My 3rd leg is my savior

My 3rd leg′s like a son

My 3rd leg is my master

My 3rd leg is my gun

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Текст песни:

You fucked up you went over the line

You fucked up you didn′t pay your fine

You fucked up in the third degree

You fucked up when you fucked with me



You fucked up (You′re going down)

You fucked up



You fucked up when you fucked with a cop

You fucked up when you failed to stop

You fucked up you should have stayed at home

You fucked up now I′m crackin′ your dome



[ad lib]



You fucked up when you fucked with the law

You fucked up when you narked on your Ma

We slapped her around and she ratted on Pa

You fucked 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



You fucked up, You fucked up, You fucked up ...

@ X-Cops

Текст песни:

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 and turning tricks for me

The flick of my cigarette and your Mother′s on her knees



On her knees

Turning tricks for me

Giving up the honey

Bringing me the money



Your cheap momma and her monkey and the kindness of my heart

Is all that keeps your family together in this white trash trailer park

Your wacked out momma she′s a junkie, she′s gotta have her stash

So she walks the street, sells her soul and brings me back the cash



She′s so cheap

She′ll always need me

You know I own you

We own the streets



Now you′re starting to see just what you get

When your mother is a piece of shit



Now you′re starting to see just what you get

When your mother is a piece of shit

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