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Fuck your phone call I got that .45 ball If you ain't got a warrant You can suck my hairy balls I ain't broke any laws That bitch a lying hoe And I ain't her Santa Claus I told her get the fuck on And slammed the door fost You ain't even done no vestigation You got absolutely no RAS So fuck on off my porch And kiss my fuckin ass! If you kick in my door I'm gon fill you full of brass Respect my fuckin rights Or meet that cold damp soil Down below the grass You pignorant dumb ass! Wheres your warrant, What's that # on your badge? I done gave you my warning! You've been officially trespassed! I don't give a fuck how many clowns you has Surrounding my private, personal pad. You ain't getting my ID, to run through your CADD! You ain't proved shit, Other than you got a call about some dumb, made up shit some hoe spazzed, To 911 cause she mad! A phone call don't Trump my rights That you swore an Oath to uphold man! Now leave, and do the walk of shame, And don't be breaking my door jam. Cause I will defend my castle, and make .45 go bam, bam, bam, Bam! And I'll plead not guilty on the stand. Cause don't nobody unlawfully enter my domain, do you understand????? Fuck that badge, and that gun in your hand. I'm innocent until proven guilty, and I'm a free man of this land. I will die defending my legal, moral stand! I don't trust you pigs, I only trust Jesus and my trusty 1911 Ruger brand. So go cry like some weak, coward tyrants, and burry your pig ass heads in the sand. Otherwise, if you go making this hammer clap, I'm gon make you baffoon clowns dance And at least a few of you, will never walk away from your tyrannical plan. As for me, I don't give a damn The city can pay the millions to my fam After they win a wrongful death suit Committed by you KuKluxClan And I'll be in paradise, yea While you jackass clowns, end up in Hell burning hotter than your grandmama's cast iron pan So what's it gon be? What's the plan? Oh I see, Yea you better run back to your tax paid van. Pussy fuckin Nazis! I'll put y'all on the Brady list, you buncha pussy, Marsha, Jans Goofy Inbred, cock eyed mf with the clinched, tyrant hands. Go back to Delhi, And put a tampon in your pants To soak up your pre menstral cramps. While your at it, go cuff your dog with those stupid shiny clamps. Hell, go beat up your gramps! Cause without a warrant stamped, You have zero chance Of apprehending me You pathetic, treasonous coward, Of a weak, powerless man. You work for me pal, And I dismissed you and your goons like a bunch of piss ants! So I suggest you keep your distance Don't ever tread on me, Cause my gun likes to speak on run on sentences So good fuckin riddance man Go back to West Virginia In the mountains with the Whitaker's and Stay out of sight, and go back to violating your own sister's man
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Fuck your phone call I got that .45 ball If you ain't got a warrant You can suck my hairy balls I ain't broke any laws That bitch a lying hoe And I ain't her Santa Claus I told her get the fuck on And slammed the door fost You ain't even done no vestigation You got absolutely no RAS So fuck on off my porch And kiss my fuckin ass! If you kick in my door I'm gon fill you full of brass Respect my fuckin rights Or meet that cold damp soil Down below the grass You pignorant dumb ass! Wheres your warrant, What's that # on your badge? I done gave you my warning! You've been officially trespassed! I don't give a fuck how many clowns you has Surrounding my private, personal pad. You ain't getting my ID, to run through your CADD! You ain't proved shit, Other than you got a call about some dumb, made up shit some hoe spazzed, To 911 cause she mad! A phone call don't Trump my rights That you swore an Oath to uphold man! Now leave, and do the walk of shame, And don't be breaking my door jam. Cause I will defend my castle, and make .45 go bam, bam, bam, Bam! And I'll plead not guilty on the stand. Cause don't nobody unlawfully enter my domain, do you understand????? Fuck that badge, and that gun in your hand. I'm innocent until proven guilty, and I'm a free man of this land. I will die defending my legal, moral stand! I don't trust you pigs, I only trust Jesus and my trusty 1911 Ruger brand. So go cry like some weak, coward tyrants, and burry your pig ass heads in the sand. Otherwise, if you go making this hammer clap, I'm gon make you baffoon clowns dance And at least a few of you, will never walk away from your tyrannical plan. As for me, I don't give a damn The city can pay the millions to my fam After they win a wrongful death suit Committed by you KuKluxClan And I'll be in paradise, yea While you jackass clowns, end up in Hell burning hotter than your grandmama's cast iron pan So what's it gon be? What's the plan? Oh I see, Yea you better run back to your tax paid van. Pussy fuckin Nazis! I'll put y'all on the Brady list, you buncha pussy, Marsha, Jans Goofy Inbred, cock eyed mf with the clinched, tyrant hands. Go back to Delhi, And put a tampon in your pants To soak up your pre menstral cramps. While your at it, go cuff your dog with those stupid shiny clamps. Hell, go beat up your gramps! Cause without a warrant stamped, You have zero chance Of apprehending me You pathetic, treasonous coward, Of a weak, powerless man. You work for me pal, And I dismissed you and your goons like a bunch of piss ants! So I suggest you keep your distance Don't ever tread on me, Cause my gun likes to speak on run on sentences So good fuckin riddance man Go back to West Virginia In the mountains with the Whitaker's and Stay out of sight, and go back to violating your own sister's man
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