This Is A Robbery - Our House lyrics

Our house, in the middle of our street Our house, in the middle of our street They say never trust a man with two phones fu*k that never trust a man who owns A gun and a badge, handcuffs and bat Will lock you up and take the drugs and cash I got a plan to get rich, buy land and get pissed Grow food, eat tofu, drive trucks fu*ked up on morphine Smoked weed, cook speed and shoot it And last week they raided my house, but i don't give a fu*k the cops found out Break my door at the break of dawn, with a search warrant, take me to court fu*k you and fu*k the law, you stupid pigs you've started war And i ain't gonna stop 'til i shot every cop Piggies fu*k with me and the piggiеs get dropped Our house, in thе middle of our street Our house, in the middle of our street Our house collects creeps, it's the place where these clowns meet Everyday a new freak finds our house up on brown street And up at our door, tryin' to cop deals and score At every hour of the morning, you just can't get around heat These hills catch the draft that's a chilly wind blow And the pigs they peep our sh*t through their tinted windows Always waiting for appropriate situations, where they can bust in before we make any preparations So it wasn't really shocking as the sun rose slow I woke up to loud knocking and peeped out the window I saw cop cars, stop fast, the forensics man, nine cops, two dogs and a battering ram "we got a warrant you c*nts better open fast" i jumped up and dacked grams in the crack of my ass But before i could get pants on and make a quick dash They busted through my door demanding that i give up the cash And the drugs, one of them was wearing surgical gloves I shivered. praying for some kind of help from above But god didn't respond, 'cos he really don't care And devil couldn't help me 'cos he was captive downstairs So nowadays i work hard at a sh*t job, i'm struggling I wish i could go back to just peddling drugs again It's sobering to think that the walls are all closing in But as far as i can tell my life still isn't over and I'm still destroying haters saying folk punk is over This the dopest sh*t since johnny hobo went sober Don't be fooled, 'cos even if i look like a slop I'll still kill any fu*king cop just for doing his job Our house, in the middle of our street Our house, in the middle of our street Nowadays everything's illegal From dating school girls, to killing people From taking mushrooms and shooting needles So i'll decide what's good or evil Right or wrong, when i do it or not It's up to me when i fu*k you up Sneak up at night in the parking lot Grab your throat from behind till the breathing stops I love animals so i don't eat meat But my dog sure does and he's got sharp teeth He's as big as a house, eats little boy scouts He can sit, shake, bow, and gouge your eyes out Listen pigs you want to fu*k with me I'll knock you one by one for the world to see From the guns i bought from the drugs i peddle 'cos that's what happens when you dance with devil Our house, in the middle of our street Our house, in the middle of our street