Pull over son, yeah right over here
Out of the car you punk, I can smell beer
Oh you have gauges and tattoos all over
Sit down on the curb while I call for rover
Your car’s a piece of crap, your parents ain’t rich
I bet your dad’s a drunk and your mom’s just a bitch
Oh did that make you mad, you want to take a swing?
Go ahead you little shit, I’ll teach you the chicken wing
Hand me your license, backup’s on the way
I bet you’re a druggy, we’ll find it today
Insurance card boy, while I hold my gun
I’ll shoot your punk ass if you do something dumb
Here comes the dog, he’ll sniff out the stuff
You’ll like it in jail, you think you’re so tough
Dressed all in black, baggy pants and long chains
I bet you’re a pussy, you don’t have a good brain
Three more cars just got here, you’re in for it now
We’ll teach you a lesson and I’ll tell you how
Up against the car, spread your legs far apart
No doubt that you’re holding, I feel it in my heart
We’ve been here an hour, turned your car inside out
No drugs and no weapons, I suppose you’re a boy scout
I can’t find a thing to bust you right now
I’ll find it next time, you can bet on it pal
You don’t get a ticket, just a warning from me
I’ll give you advice, this time it’s for free
If you change lanes again, in a way I don’t like
I’ll run your ass in, you punks are all alike



Woot~ 



with love & light~ Desire~*~


Profiling is profiling whether it is by race-gender or status 

It is Good they stay in control when the out of control cop










39 old applause
