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Pigs (Nazi Cops) Video (MV)




Performed By: Death Tour
Length: 2:08
Written by: Hiram Anjorin, Nicholas Jared




Death Tour - Pigs (Nazi Cops) Lyrics




Nazi cops
Mutant pigs
Blood brothers militant
Milly mother f*ck the law
No attachment to establishment
Seditionary sex symbol
Millions of dead citizens
It's simple bitch
I'll slit my wrists
This system f*cking sickening

If it's you or me then I think we know who the f*ck it's gon be
If it's martial law then we wylin out til a bitch is deceased
Cause I can't go to sleep with disease on concrete
There ain't no peace
Til the body count increase

F*ck the police
Bitch we hate them
Out our cages
Rage and mayhem

F*ck the police
Bitch we hate them
Out our cages
Rage and mayhem

Break the law, break the law
Break the law, break the law
Break the law, break the law
B-b-b-break the law
Break the law, break the law
Break the law, break the law
Break the law, break the law
B-b-b-break the law

Bitch I be sending it up
Need a crisis on my hands
I need dying on demand
I Set fire to these bands
Ruckus motherf*cker
We could die in these streets
You think I'm lying, deceased
I pull up, riot, repeat

Ayyy bitch!
Guess what happened?
I was walking down the street with pretty black skin
Police go whoop whoop
So then I go running off
(Quick)
Pivot
Then hit
Bitch I let off the stick
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Nazi cops
Mutant pigs
Blood brothers militant
Milly mother f*ck the law
No attachment to establishment
Seditionary sex symbol
Millions of dead citizens
It's simple bitch
I'll slit my wrists
This system f*cking sickening

If it's you or me then I think we know who the f*ck it's gon be
If it's martial law then we wylin out til a bitch is deceased
Cause I can't go to sleep with disease on concrete
There ain't no peace
Til the body count increase

F*ck the police
Bitch we hate them
Out our cages
Rage and mayhem

F*ck the police
Bitch we hate them
Out our cages
Rage and mayhem

Break the law, break the law
Break the law, break the law
Break the law, break the law
B-b-b-break the law
Break the law, break the law
Break the law, break the law
Break the law, break the law
B-b-b-break the law

Bitch I be sending it up
Need a crisis on my hands
I need dying on demand
I Set fire to these bands
Ruckus motherf*cker
We could die in these streets
You think I'm lying, deceased
I pull up, riot, repeat

Ayyy bitch!
Guess what happened?
I was walking down the street with pretty black skin
Police go whoop whoop
So then I go running off
(Quick)
Pivot
Then hit
Bitch I let off the stick
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Writer: Hiram Anjorin, Nicholas Jared
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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