Luyện nghe bài hát Call the Cops

Jack, Jackie, you keep them rollers in ya
With that on ya head, huh
Man, hey, Keith, who did ya jerry curls,
Look

I seen yall mornin' on cops, man
They had yall pictures, all ya profiles and
Yall stay low
called, he need five dollars

Ultimate focus ya neck
Cant with text on your lyrical index
Stop the masses, rotate the
Afro jerry curl world, get re-invited
On main sources like the Enforcers

spray your Liberace pianos
Free style ring out your new dances
While yall cant rap we took Ampex
We have protective custody, got your disgustin me

With animal like instincts, I a dead gorilla in the skatin rink
Penetrated your Gap jeans with Black & machines
Alternate your scullies, dead rats in Saran Wrap
Put diapers on your windshield wipers
you eat your own feces, sell your [Incomprehensible]

Pull out your colon, leave your swollen
Uncircumcised your moms thighs
Thats right, a face like Michael Myers
I clip the ears off bodyguards with some bloody pliers

Bound to eat a Shepard in the Mojave Desert
While yall talk gangsta, I push body parts in carts
Leave wigs on streets on Melrose so can smell those

Arms for three days, with three
In the back seat yall get the back
With the department scared to look at my apartment

Three weeks ago I dumped a bag of with beer kegs
Went to Ralphs and bought a six pack and some
Seen my face in the paper with a beard, went and shaved
Took out ya in the pickup truck back to the grave

Drinkin yoo-hoos and dough nuts, yall punks think Im so
Walkin in hospital rooms like the black Dr.
you in the wheelchair out the window down the steps like Iancide
You run and hide, with no maps, Im after you, throw gas at you

(The projects the cops)
The F.B.I. got our
Heavy big weights, we move in alternate

(The projects the cops)
The F.B.I. got our
big weights, we move in alternate states

(The called the cops)
The F.B.I. got our
big weights, we move in alternate states

(The called the cops)
The F.B.I. got our
Heavy big weights, we in alternate states

Jackie Jasper with illegal drugs, for the thugs
A bag of penises and twenty butt plugs, rugs
Wit dead bodies on it, call Colombo, who it?
it and Ill revolve it and hold it
To the war, to the hogs, to the

Vagina with bugs, rubs, cubs, fellatio
fa sho, positive why I die
I live tomato juice and Cherry Hos and toast
Santa and Barbara at the Barbie

Most chicks licks black holes, French
Wastin my children on her clothes somewhere up her
Suppose I penetrated ya with a Bic pen
With a belt around my like Bookmen, dont ask my neighbors

Bodies dead, sixty-nine flavors,
Smokin glass wit coleslaw out ya ass
Take a blast, Im fast, pass a nymphomaniac
up corpse, Im a necrophiliac

Gettin' my chick back in an
Had that head bobbin', joggin', cyclin',
Connivin', arrivin', drivin its even
Seven heads, ten horns, believin' evil

As Stella Steven youre beatin, eatin dead puss
Sardine can from here to hell
A gladiator wit tights under disco
Blowin a harmonica, yo, in Santa Monica in a
dazzle night fall the press cross, dressed you're named Rhonda

Call Macero, Dan-O, call Cello
rollin in a Pinto from Ohio, Toledo, down to San Pedro
Believe me, hoe, I Curtis the blow

The F.B.I. got our
Heavy big weights, we to alternate states

(The called the cops)
The F.B.I. got our
Heavy big weights, we move to states

(The called the cops)
The F.B.I. got our
big weights, we move to alternate states

(The projects the cops)
The F.B.I. got our
Heavy big weights, we move to alternate
(Let's 'em)