powdered sugar on your fingers, coffee on your shirt
bribes in your pocket, you never do any work
you fat f**ing slob you just sit in a car
until you get off work then it's back to the bar
[chorus:]
you f**ing pig-pig
you're a f**ing cop-cop [x4]
you never catch any crooks but hara** everyone else
your fat fingers don't fit the trigger you're too slow to catch a n******g
you're a suburban cop because you're scared of the city
you broke a stool at dunkin donuts because you're so f**ing fat
[chorus]
[repeat first verse]
[chorus]