paroles de chanson Pigs (Nazi Cops) - Death Tour

Piss off you fucking cunt
I hate what you are cause you are what I'm not

I'm sick
I'm living
Too numb to be forgiving
I just want to exterminate disease

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

If it's you or me then I think we know who the fuck 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

Fuck the police
Bitch we hate them
Out our cages
Rage and mayhem

Fuck 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 motherfucker
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