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6up 5oh Cop-Out (Pro/Con)
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Will Wood and the Tapeworms
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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 they been stompin’ on C*ckin’ guns, lockin’ up, the quotas all for shock n’ awe Drivin’s tirin’, and I been hot-wirin’ 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 f**kers’ gotta do the time Committed to the mental ward, committing all the crimes I’m alive and kickin’ till the split ends fray Maybe plead insane, guilty, but I’m not to blame! I’m a slave to the main vein, sprayin’ on the mainframe Suffering the infrastructure, hoping I can maintain! Oh how I know how I go how I go. Ask me a question the answer I know Yes or no options don’t weigh out and so; I don’t ever see the cons and the pros You bare 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 till I’m under arrest
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