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
[chorus:] 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