powdered sugar on your fingers,
coffee on your shirt
bribes in your pocket,
you never do any work
you fat fucking slob
you just sit in a car
until you get off work
then it's back to the bar
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you fucking pig-pig
you're a fucking cop-cop x4
you never catch any crooks
but harass everyone else
your fat fingers don't fit the trigger
you're too slow to catch a nigger
you're a suburban cop
because you're scared of the city
you broke a stool at dunkin donuts
because you're so fucking fat
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