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]