Fuck the Police

I smashed on 'em by the simple fact that I'm holdin' 30 pounds

Make my way up into Michigan, smoke it with the clowns

You are not dealing with illegal people

No longer safe or sound

Bullets are flying all over the place

And blood is soaking the ground

I'm squeezing the hell out of Rugers and Glocks

You seeing them flatten their flocks

I'm speeding away and heating the box

Beatin' rocks

We play some weed and flip a bitch up in the hurry fashion

And who now do I see? It's violent j, hatchet slashin'

(Fuck the police) I'm sick of swine in my area

(Ah, it's Mr. Dirt Bags)

(Fuck the police) pigs all up in my biz

(What did you just call me?)

(Fuck the police) so all together now: fuck 'em

They got for sales in my distribution grid

(Fuck me? Fuck you, punk ass!)

Dispatch, I got a '78 cutlass sedan, smoke billowing out

Two Caucasian males with face paint

The license plate: ICP

Run a check please

Cruising down the street with the big fat hog

It's the duke of the wicked violent j the big dog

Drinking Faygo like a madman, yes I do

I'm screaming "fuck the police!" (Fuck you too)

Well if I see them lights flash, I'm fast to trip

With the Sho Kosugi backflip I fatten that lip

'Cause fuck going to the stone bone is what I say

I'd rather bury one of you butt nuggets away

I'm a wicked assclown (with stiffs in the trunk)

And when I grip the whip (you can sniff in the funk)

Kid, 'cause where I'm from it ain't about all that playin'

(No!) now that's what I'm saying

(Whoop!) I hear the sirens blare

My axe in your hair red mist in the air

In the middle of your donut treat is my meat

You can quote me now, bitch, 'cause I'm so sweet

(Fuck the police) I'm trying to roll this blunt

(Yeah, I'm gonna roll your clown ass)

(Fuck the police) what the fuck you want?

(Is that a hatchet in the back seat?)

(Fuck the police) yeah, it's all fun and games

'Til I saw your face off and choke your brains

Yeah, looks like I got myself a little Richter here

What's your fuckin' problem, man?

Get out of the car, asswipe

I thought I told you I didn't want to see you

Why'd you even pull me over?

Yeah, some people never learn

Hey, if you run, I'm pulling steel!

Man, fuck you, motherfucker!

Man I just hate it when I start the blaze and see the blue and red

Behind my head, now they're harassing me, askin' me

Where I'm goin' where I've been, there's people passin' me laughin'

And now I'm startin' to get upset, why you harassing me, pig?

Yeah, I gotta fuck you for the boys in blue

And all the undercovers, yeah, fuck you too

Got a big old bowl of fuck you soup

And this rap fuck gonna catch you soon

Keep your mouth shut, about my stash and grow room

Or we might have to hunt you down, touch tombs

Kick you out to the desert for a dunes doom

Trying to fuck the police ones with real big boo, boo, boobs

Yeah, fuck the police comin' straight from l.a. (you know)

Up on the hill you know we puffing on the dank

And taking on the fakes (yeah) is what we do (tell 'em)

We shuckin' rocks, you know, at your crew

We drinkin' brew, you know we getting tattoo

Yo we killing sex in the afternoon (yeah)

And talk about me? (What?) talk about who? (You know)

Get this popo out his blues

(Fuck the police) y'all make me sick

(Fuck the police) y'all can suck my dick

(Fuck the police) I'm on some weed shit

I'm saying fuck the police, coming straight from J Rich