Fry Bacon Fry Days N' Daze

[Intro]
*Police dispatcher*
You know why I pulled you over?
-Um, 'cause I was speeding?
No, ’cause you're black. We're supposed to pull people over if they’re black. I'm supposed to hit you with this now, okay?
-What? No way!
Yes way! Please get on the ground so I can beat you
-No!
Come on! I'm just trying to do my job!
-Look, man, you can't go around beating people with clubs
Well, maybe you can't, but I'm LAPD. I have a quota

[Verse 1]
When I die you better bury me an extra six feet underground
'Cause I already got these two feet on the grave and they're still walkin’

And, I’ll keep strummin' this guitar and yelling at the top of my lungs 0n the street corner
And when the sun goes down, I’ll show no signs of stopping

We may be falling apart
But at least we're free
We may be dirty and penniless
But at least we can breath

[Chorus]
Oh no, po-po 5-0, get low
Line up on the wall, copper jealous 'cause we stack dough
Oh no po po 5-0 get low
Fry, bacon, fry, coppers die when we spit flows