Violence Officer Nice текст песни, слова песни Officer Nice Violence
Violence - Officer Nice
I'm The Law, I Wield The Stick
So Back Your Ass Up In Fear
This Is My Place, My Burning Face In Full Gear.
We Move In Groups, Head Stomping Boots
And Canisters For Tears.
Move In At Once, Through Hate We Make
Ourselves Clear.
I Am The Cop That Rips You Off
I Steal Drugs For Cash.
No Junkies Run, For Into They Get A Blast.
Big Dealers Pay, I Turn Away
Another Week Of Bought Trust.
But I'll Be Back For More Cash Or A Bust.
Chorus
Their Laws Decide - Criminals, Lawbreakers
Who Is Right - Officer Nice
Hit With Sticks - Criminals, Lawbreakers
Move Them Quick - Officer Nice.
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