Cops Cops - Scribe

Might as well get a lot of flack when you’re back for the whack, on the track,

and you stack what you lack in the back of the jack

Cos you’d rather feel another one of those, peel another one of those,

deal another one who get them actin' subtracting, distracting, and act like

you exacting, everybody bow to the Rat King, part of reacting, stop at the step,

never fall for the bet and enacting the fall — Splat!

Hold back what you have to say now!

I’m never letting you go!

Hold your tongue!

Hell you’re one of them sucker motherfucker, sorta little trucker with a pucker,

puffy lips with a stutter

Shitty talker from the gutter, never talks only mutters

Fuckin' stupid motherfucker

Suck this bitch!

How’d you ever reason interference;

and perceiving disappearance in this season,

in the season when nobody’s ever leaving

Tweakin' in your seat as you weaken your beacon, fuckin' aching and aching

(hiccup) up on all the bacon?

Backing up on all the treason, huh?

You’re in denial, you never will know when I’m coming home

You are entitled to never return to never walk the path, the way tonight

The way tonight, the words to find where the day ends… where the day ends

Now, another day we found!

The world can find the way tonight

Another way that can deserve the world the way it finds

The world deserves the way it finds, the world deserves another night when the

day ends