1.Interloper
X-Cops patrol your streets tonight
And we will judge what's wrong or right
And if you interfere
With what we're doing here
It's your unlucky day
We'll blow your ass away
We are the law
We are justice
You pay our wages
And so you trust us
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
2.Barbells
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 bloody 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
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
3.Cavity Search
4.Zipper Pig
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 don't know what I mean
Crystal meth lab raid
Was the scene of my shame
All my skin got burned away
Now you know my name
Zipperpig, Zipperpig, Zipperpig, Oh
Zipperpig, Zipperpig, Zipperpig, Oh
All their planted evidence
Was 911 around me
Exploded in my face
Hot as 33 degrees!
Bad Mason, Bad Cop
I was really mean
All my skin was burned away
No time to scream
I was once a human being
Just like you and you
Now I'm in a drippy mess
My face was turned to goo
I want vengeance on the ones
Who burned me black and blue
But I know I'll never touch them
I guess you'll have to do
Zipperpig, Zipperpig, Zipperpig, Oh
Zipperpig, Zipperpig, Zipperpig, Oh
Zipperpig, Zipperpig, Zipperpig, Oh
Zipperpig, Zipperpig, Zipperpig, Oh
AAAAAGGGGGGHHHHHHH
5.Welcome To New Jersey
Songwriters：Linda Cabellero, Luis Ferdinand Vega
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 on that sign
Are the words to your tomb
It says New Jersey
Shining lights
Bloody face
Rabid dog
Can of mace
He's from New Jersey
Out in the woods
You're cuffed to a tree
The end of my gun
Is the last thing you'll see
I go through your wallet
I take all your cash
Your car I destroy
Your body I smash
My maniac urges
I simply can't stop
The funny thing is
I'm not even a cop
Welcome to New Jersey
Shining lights
Bloody face
Rabid dog
Can of mace
He's from New Jersey
Welcome to New Jersey
I hope you enjoy your stay
Welcome
6.Your Mother
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
7.The Party's Over
8.5-0
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 may call me pig, but you may call me 5-0
But this job takes it's toll
And it's hard to keep control
And sometimes I find myself just beating
The fucking shit out of you for no reason at all
Call 5-0 911
5-0
Some may call me pig ...
5-0
Some may ...
9.Tune Up Time
(instrumental)
10.Third Leg
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
11.Paddy Wagon Rape
12.Highway Star
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
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
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
13.You Fucked Up
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
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 ..
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