...Why wut
Why i pulled you over, well no, i guess i don't
you were not wearing yer seatbelt
Oh, well excuse the hell out o' me
shood this not be, my choice
exactlee when did i loose my voice
sir, where iz your helmet
please, no blood on our cement
yer rulez, too manee, can you not see
Washington, washington-oh U suck
one hundred, twenty-four dollarz
you kin hav it, after a kick and a hollar
spit on yer beurocratic/attornee horseshit
choke by yer tie, Armani to sleep when U die
Control this, control that
takerz, take this, take that
Click it or ticket
....Do you know why
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