INTERLOPER X-Cops patrol your streets tonight And we will judge what's wrong and right And if you interfere With what we're doing here It's your luck day We'll blow your ass away We are the law We are justice You pay our wages So you trust us But if you fuck around Then you'll be goin' 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 BARBELLS 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 cikd and the bunks unclean And the soft bellied white boy gets fucked Till he screams Your are 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 zipper pigs every rule I know you're not a fraid 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 (Repeat first stanza) Down to the cell where Bubba crowns you queen Down to the cell Where the floors are cold and the bunks unclean The soft bellied white boy gets fucked till he screams When they beat you down like all the other fools And you're sitting in a pile of your own bloodied stool Then maybe you'll think about obeying some rules When you figure out that you can't be king And you're tired of being forced to act like a Queen Then you'll sit down and listen to sound of the barbells cling Listen to the barbells cling (x4) You can't be King Listen to the barbells sling (x2) (Repeat Chorus) Hard on your hole CAVITY SEARCH It's a dirty job but someone's gotta 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 breaking 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 stool Cavity search on the side of the road I'm almost positive I'm breaking a code But I am here to protect the souls Of the people who pay me to look up prisoner's holes So drop 'em Spread 'em wide This is gonna hurt you a lot more than it's gonna hurt me (Repeat first stanza) Cavity search on the side of the road I'm know damn well I'm breaking a code But I am here to protect the souls Of the people that pay me to look up your hole ZIPPER PIG 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 911 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 and you Now I'm a drippy mess My face was burned to goo I want vengeance on the ones Who 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) AAAAAAAGGGGHHHHH WELCOME TO NEW JERSEY Welcome to New Jersey It's late at night and you're far from home Your radios' on and you're driving alone Until a sign looms from your 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 They got the Giants They got the Jets They got it all but get no respect Welcome to New Jersey Welcome to 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 and take all your cash Your car I destroy and 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 I'm from New Jersey Welcome to New Jersey I hope you enjoy your stay Welcome YOUR MOTHER 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 In all that keeps your family together in this white trash trailer park Your whacked out momma she's a junkie, she's gotta have her stash So she walks the streets 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's a piece of shit THE PARTY'S OVER The name is Cobb Knobbler And you're here with me now I'll tell ya punks the name is 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'd love to keep you warm There 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'd love to keep so warm I tried to die and then I cried Reall had to look inside What it was that got me here I'm just a big fat queer Sacrifice a goat Slice your fucking throat That's right punks 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 5-0 Some may call me pig but can call me 5-0 Very few have the nerve To protect and serve Fighting crime Everyday 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 it's hard to keep control And sometimes I find myself just beating The fucking shit out of you for no reason at all Call 5-0 911 5-0 (x3) Some may call me pig but… 5-0 (x3) Some may... (x3) TUNE UP TIME (instrumental) THIRD LEG 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 a big banana clip A .45 Beretta with an extra magazine A sawed off 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 is 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 (Repeat Chorus) PADDY WAGON RAPE 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, honey I'm working late Get on the horn, gotta call up the boys The paddy wagon's rockin' she's making lots of noise So I give the bitch a kiss I give her titty a rub Yeah the guys really lose it when I fuck her with my club So climb aboard there's always room for more You can't get away girl Cause you've been caught byt the long prick of the law Paddy wagon rape, I can't get a date Paddy wagon rape, honey I'm working late Cheered on by my buddies I slam 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 y'know there's always room for more Paddy wagon rape, I can't get a date Paddy wagon rape, honey I'm working late (x2) HIGHWAY STAR Nobody's gonna take my car It's gonna race you to the ground, yeah Noody's gonna take my car It's gonna break the speed of sound, yeah 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 till the end Nobody's gonna touch my gun I'll shoot you in the face Yeah it's a killing machine, it's got everything I love it, I need it, I feel it Six cylinders all mine All right hold tight I'm the Highway Star (Solo Scrapinetti) Nobody's gonna take my badge I still can't take the blame, yeah Nobody's gonna take my badge So now I'm on the road again, yeah Yeah, I'm in heaven again, I've got everything You're a damn punk bum and I'm the King of Everything I love it, I need it, I feel it Yeah it turns me on All right hold tight I'm the Highway Star (Solo Depantsia) (Repeat 1st verse) YOU FUCKED UP 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 goin' 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 (Ad Lib) You fucked up when you fucked with the law You fucked up when you narked 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 up You fucked with the X-Cops You fucked up, you fucked up!