Grotesque Through Incoherence Scold
Police, for them everything is allowed, think themselves
too polite, it’s desastrous and nervous, free for the
blood of the innocent, sometime pitiless, I feel it.
I often feel hatred cos’ racist in that case, rasta and
weed buster it must stop !
In clique, full of gossips, but run off and hide in the
cellar, a helmet on top under crack ! Hunting what ?
Ripping off tactlessly, committing jackal acts, here
comes the the fascists pact, that’s clear, draw the
golden curtains of forces of law and order, f..cking hell,
everything upside down, put them down on all fours, may
they be submitted, may we f..ck them with no end, grab the
c4 hidden in the locker’s cartel, that’s clever to go so
far as to pull out tue yeyo out of the asshole of those
pigs.
Police ain’t no peace ! That’s the way you want me to
tell it.
A rice grain incinerated in your brain you don’t deserve
the badge, it’s awful yeah; that’s cop A.K.A SS with that
sound bwoy, I repeat designation
That’s the way it is, keep quiet !
Before going on put some balls on, before the knocks,
before you hunt and load the cartridge, rhytmically in
time watch out who you shoot, you tremble coward, men in
blue.
