Punk Police (unknown virus 5.)

Punk police
Don't fuck with me
Or tell me what's not cool
Punk police
Don't fuck with me
Or tell me what to do
So many rules to follow
That shit don't sound very punk
Like Eaddy said
Miss me with that shit
Or end up slumped

Don't wear no brands
That shit ain't cool
I'll wear what I want
Nigga, fuck you
Everybody's punk until the knife come cross their face
Cold sweat a minor threat
I'll X right out your name
Leave it be on the streets
Punks is what they want
Pop shit and get hit
Or get stomped out from the fakes
Up the punks
Of hate
Destroy the punks
Who hate

Don't tell me what to listen to
Don't tell me what to wear
Don't tell me what the fuck to do
'Cause honey I won't care
Don't ask me what the lyrics is
Or who's my favorite band
What I do just ain't for you
Fuck you and your mans

I pulled up, bumping Westside Gunn
Don't know the Who
But I know Big Pun
Dress undress
Yeah my cock weighs a ton
Suck on these
Make you plead to my gun



Credits
Writer(s): Jean Stanley Lebrun, Lawrence Lewis Allen Eaddy, Nathan Hose
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