You Have the Right to Remain Silent...

X-cops patrol your streets tonight and we will judge whats wrong and right And if you interfere With what were doing here Its your unlucky day we'll blow your ass away We are the law We are justice You pay our wages And so you trust us But if you fuck around Then you'll be going down We'll beat you to your knees You are the enemy Because we wear a shield We have the right to kill And if the guiltless die We turn a blind eye We turn a blind eye We turn a blind eye We turn a blind eye Blind eye

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 26, 2025

Mamma's little Baby got busted, busted Mamma's little Baby's goin down down down down Down to the cell where Bubba crowns you queen Where the floors are cold and the bunk's unclean And the soft bellied white boy gets fucked 'til he screams You were born with a different set of rules You were raised in the Hood by cracked out fools Now you're taking your guns and knives to school Proving to your friends that you're so damn cool Now you're attending a different school You will obey Sgt. Zipperpigs every rule I know you're not afraid boy I've seen your silly games boy I know that prison is hard on your hole I know you're not afraid boy I've seen your silly games boy I know that prison is hard on your hole Hole Hole Hole Hole Hole Hole Hole Hole Mamma's little Baby got busted, busted Mamma's little Baby's goin down down down down Down to the cell where Bubba crowns you queen Where the floors are cold and the bunk's unclean And the soft bellied white boy gets fucked 'til he screams When they beat you down like all the other fools And you're sitting in a pile of your own stool Then maybe you'll think about obeying some rules When you figure out that you can't being And you're tired of being forced to act like a queen Then you'll sit down and listen to the sound of the barbells cling Listen to the Barbells cling Listen to the Barbells cling Listen to the Barbells cling Listen to the Barbells cling You can't be king Listen to the Barbells Listen to the Barbells Listen to the Barbells cling Listen to the Barbells [Solo] I know you're not afraid boy I've seen your silly games boy I know that prison is hard on your hole I know you're not afraid boy I've seen your silly games boy I know that prison is hard on your hole Hard on your hole [repeat] Hole Hole

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025

It's a dirty job but someones got to do it So open up your ass so I can look into it 'Cause you never know what you're gonna find When you ram your fist up a person's behind Cavity Search on the side of the road I'm almost positive I'm breking a code But I'm the one who's in control It's my job to search your hole With a rubber glove pulled on my fist I search your every orifice Probing you with icy tools I search for drugs and stir your stools Cavity Search on the side of the road I'm almost positive I'm breking a code But I am here to protect the souls Of the people who pay me to look up prisoners holes So drop'em Spread'em wide This is gonna hurt you a lot more than it's gonna hurt me It's a dirty job but someones got to do it So open up your ass so I can look into it 'Cause you never know what you're gonna find When you ram your fist up a person's behind Cavity search by the side of the road I know damn well that I'm breaking a code But I am here to protect the soules Of the people who pay me to look up your hole

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 26, 2025

Zipper pig, zipper pig, zipper pig, oh Zipper pig, zipper pig, zipper pig, oh I got the call at 3.33 I arrived at the scene It was a Masonic conspiracy You don't know what I mean Crystal meth lab raid Was the scene of my shame All my skin was burned away Now you know my name Zipper pig, zipper pig, zipper pig, oh Zipper pig, zipper pig, zipper pig, oh All their planted evidence Was all around me Exploded in my face Hot as 33 degrees Bad mason, bad cop I was really mean All my skin was burned away No time to scream I was once a human being Just like you or you Now I'm a drippy mess My face was turned to goo I want vengeance on the ones Who burned me black and blue But I know I'll never touch them I guess you'll have to do! Zipper pig, zipper pig, zipper pig, oh(x4)

Submitted by Morgoth — Apr 26, 2025

Welcome to New Jersey It's late at night and you're far from home Your radio's on and you're driving alone Until a sign looms from to gloom The words on that sign are the words to your tomb It says New Jersey Shining lights Bloody face Rabid dog Can of mace He's from New Jersey Out in the woods, you're cuffed to a tree The end of my gun is the last thing you'll see I go through your wallet I take all your cash Your car I destroy your body I smash My maniac urges I simply can't stop The funny thing is I'm not even a cop Welcome to New Jersey Shining lights Bloody face Rabid dog Can of mace He's from New Jersey Welcome to New Jersey I hope you enjoy your stay Welcome

Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 26, 2025

Remote Control of your stinking family tree Ain't no knight in shining armor gonna sweep your momma off her feet Spends her life just squirting pups and turning tricks for me The flick of my cigarette and your Mother's on her knees On her knees Turning tricks for me Giving up the honey Bringing me the money Your cheap momma and her monkey and the kindness of my heart Is all that keeps your family together in this white trash trailer park Your wacked out momma she's a junkie, she's gotta have her stash So she walks the street, sells her soul and brings me back the cash She's so cheap She'll always need me You know I own you We own the streets Now you're starting to see just what you get When your mother is a piece of shit Now you're starting to see just what you get When your mother is a piece of shit

Submitted by VladTheImpaler666 — Apr 26, 2025

The name is Cobb Knobbler And you're here with me now I'll tell ya punks, the name's Cobb Knobbler Satanic Nazi, Weenie gobbler I was in the 'Nam, now I'm on the lam Joined up with the X-Cops, kickin' ass and porkin' chops The party's over I wear a uniform The party's over I wanna keep you warm These are moments that I treasure Agony is placed with pleasure I know I'll do my duty I'll restrain my gay-boy booty The party's over I wear a uniform The party's over I wanna keep you warm I tried to die and then I cried Really had to look inside What it was that got me here I am just a big fat queer Sacrifice a goat, slice your fucking throat That's right punk, I'm also on junk The party's over The party's over Well I love to look at Hitler's maps Hobnail boots and leather chaps I used to live in San Francisco Drop your drawers and pass the crisco Now I'm naked on display, all the bad guys know I'm gay They line up around the block, to suck the ghost of Hitler's cock Suck my motherfuckin' dick!

Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 26, 2025

Some may call me pig but you can call me 5-0 Very few have the nerve To protect and serve Fighting crime Evereyday I put my life on the line Some may call me pig but you can call me 5-0 But this job takes its toll And its hard to keep control And sometimes I find myself just Beating the fucking shit out of you For no fucking reason at all call 5-0 911 5-0, 5-0, 5-0 Some may call me pig but you can call me 5-0 5-0, 5-0, 5-0 Some may call me pig but you can call me 5-0 Some may call me pig but you can call me 5-0 Some may call me pig but you can call me 5-0

Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025

This track is instrumental.

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I got armor piercing bullets in my Taurus '92 It's fully locked and loaded and it's waiting just for you A nickel plated magnum with the custom fitted grips A fully auto AK with the big banana clip A .45 baretta with an extra magazine A sawed of riot shotgun and the mighty M-16 A back up Colt .380 that I keep inside my sock All my guns are so much fun I love them like my cock My 3rd leg is my savior My 3rd leg's like a son My 3rd leg is my master My 3rd leg is my gun I've got confiscated weapons from a hundred bogus busts That wait for me when I get home to satisfy my lust I feel their barrel close to mine it's making me erupt It's so good to be a cop so good to be corrupt My 3rd leg is my savior My 3rd leg's like a son My 3rd leg is my master My 3rd leg is my gun

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

Out on the streets, I'm looking for some crack I got a pipe in my mouth and a body in the back So I call the paddy wagon and ram it up her shitter Paddy wagon rape, I can't get a date Paddy wagon rape, we are working late Get on the horn gotta call up the boys The paddy wagon's rockin', she's makin' lots of noise So I give the bitch a kiss I give her titty a rub Yeah the guys really loose it when I fuck her with my club So climb aboard There's always room for more Paddy wagon rape, I can't get a date Paddy wagon rape, we are working late Cheered on by my buddies I slam at her vadge Hell I can't believe that they gave me a badge (I put a whippin' on her cunt and a hurtin' on her ass) (No ? - Bitch) So climb aboard, there's always room for more Paddy wagon rape, I can't get a date Paddy wagon rape, we are working late

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

Nobody's gonna take my car, it's gonna race you to the ground, yeah Nobody's gonna take my car, it's gonna break the speed of sound, yeah Yeah it's a killing machine, it's got everything Got that driving power license to kill everything I love it, I need it, I feel it Yeah, it's a wild thing, all right, hold tight I'm the Highway Star Nobody's gonna take my gun, I'm gonna keep it til the end, yeah Nobody's gonna touch my gun, or I'll shoot ya in the face Yeah it's a killing machine, it's got everything Yeah, got that magnum power license to kill everything I love it, I need it, I feel it Six cylinders, all mine, all right, hold tight I'm the Highway Star [Solo] Nobody's gonna take my batch, cause I still can't take no blame, yeah Nobody's gonna take my batch, so now I'm on the road again, yeah Yeah, I'm in heaven again, I got everything You're a damn punk bum and I'm the king of everything I love it, I need it, I bleed it Yeah, it turns me on, all right, hold tight I'm the Highway Star [Solo] [Repeat 1st verse]

Submitted by Pestilence — Nov 11, 2025

You fucked up You went over the line You fucked up You didn't pay your fine You fucked up In the third degree You fucked up When you fucked with me You fucked up You're going down You fucked up You fucked up When you fucked with a cop You fucked up When you failed to stop You fucked up You should have stayed at home You fucked up Now I'm crackin' your dome (Hey you, yeah, punk with the skateboard, get over here and show me some ID Aw man, why you gotta fuck with me all the time? Boy, I'll fuck with you any time I damn well please B-b-b-b-but wait, officer, I didn't do anything wrong Shit, that don't make a goddamn bit of difference to me Aw man, but what gives you the right? Right? You wanna see my right? HERE'S MY RIGHT!) You fucked up When you fucked with the law You fucked up When you narced on your Ma We slapped her around and she ratted on Pa You fucked up Now we got you by the balls You fucked up You fucked with the cops You fucked up You fucked with the cops You fucked up You fucked with the cops You fucked up You fucked up (Chorus X4) You fucked up, motherfucker, yeah Wipe that fucking smile off your face, holmes

Submitted by NecroGod — Feb 09, 2026