Fleshies
Fat Cop
You ticker's dead fat boyThey ripped that shit out of youWith fucking pasta tongsThere was too much stress on youThey always hated your fat assWaited for you to make the wrong turnWrong for you, that isYou can see it in their eyesSweaty eyeballs, hunted glancesYou can't hold them back foreverWith mesh wire and a taserYell all you wantYell all you wantIt's no goodThey're eating your fat ass for lunchAnd picking their teeth with your badgeAnd that shotgun, well, you know where that goesIt's amazing what they can do with human shitAnd a plastic knifeDie fat boy die fat cop
From Letras Mania