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lirik lagu children of the damned - crooked

[verse 1: karlos the jackal]
mothaf~ckin’ law… i am it, b~tch
i’ll have you locked up for soft drugs, tell my super it was top stuff
take the buds home and roll a hot blunt
chilling with my wife, living the high life
while you in a cell cold for not committing a crime right
they say time flies ~ i tell ’em “why lie?”
doing one’s the same as doing fifteen in my eyes
your witness statement checks out, it’s clean
but the fact that i don’t like you is left out, it seems
searching your house for some crack sh~t
stash this bag of tabloids under your mattress and sn~tch it
shouting for backup, after your house is mashed up
vacate the placе and the fake case is wrappеd up
you’re guilty till you’re proven innocent
but even when the jury throws it your way we haven’t settled our differences
so listen kid, if you ain’t got your story right
you’ll be a prison queen’s b~tch for more than forty nights
even when i clean my badge it’s still dirty
swipe fifty ounces of weed, [?]
i like a smoke, kid, part of my flaws
you want it back, slip a bribe to the long arm of the law

[verse 2: lee scott]
i raid an innocent person’s home on a fake search for dope
frame my partner just so i don’t have to share the dough

trying to stop armed violence
“f~ck the police” blasting, but being blared out by crooked cop car sirens
turn the crime scene into a well~rehe~rs~d stage show
plant evidence and watch the case grow
plain~clothed drunken crime spree
searching for the city’s biggest criminal, and i’m never gonna find me
bust your f~cking door, badge in my palm
you fought the law then the law planted crack in your car
same salary but i’m buying beems
even inspector morse is crooked behind the scenes
holding weapons to provoke confessions
baton for those who owe protection, stake outs are smoking sessions
[verse 3: tony broke]
streaming down a block in
for insurance [?] properties, i’m starting fires
i’m setting up drive~bys, murders, ram rage
f~ck with me ~ you’re digging your graves with the smallest blades
i k!lled you on purpose, log it as a suicide
comfort your wife with a twisted look inside my eyes
i send death threats and i torture you like ‘saw 3’
so connected you’d catch a blind eye if you saw me
[?], knight play a p~wn just to be the king
making moves to profit from these undercover stings
i’m framing rookies on their first training day
so they have to learn the f~cking painful way
i missed a good cop, medium description
power~tripping, egotistic pr~ck with coke addiction
digging hidden treasures, disclosed locations
information evidence rooms in the station
nice guy in the public eye with a crooked side
juries in my pockets, life sentence was your f~cking [?]
ace [?] aka the spitting detective
lawyers and crime lords in my collective

- lirik lagu children of the damned

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