Death By Cop

by | Aug 10, 2006 | Poetry | 0 comments

I’ve found the solution to this disease in my mind
Its at the end of a phone call its all gunna stop
Gunna order me up some death by cop
Like a pizza delivery here comes the boys in blue
Them boys are locked and loaded
They know just what to do
Sorry kids sorry mama sorry papa its got to stop
Here comes the sirens and lights with my death by cop
Those 5.56 will rip my spleen its so obscene
Oh yippee do its whop whop Whop
The armed police by air with death by cop
Put me down like a dog
Put me down like a hog
Please make it stop motherfuckers
Its my death by cop.


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