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Will Wood - 10-4 6-up 5-Oh Cop-out Pro-Con Lyrics



Will Wood - 10-4 6-up 5-Oh Cop-out Pro-Con Lyrics




[ Featuring the Tapeworms ]

Six-up, five oh, pigs come, I cop n' go
The blotter shows they got
Me on the rocks like Galapagos
Good luck finding critters creepy as me
They shoulda fried me, I'll give ya PTSD
Vodka shots droppin' down the throat
They been stompin' on
Cockin' guns, lockin' up
The quotas all for shock n' awe
Drivin's tirin', and I been hot-wirin'
To make my get away from
The jailbreak riot and

Cellmates scrapin' upon the bricks
In the basement
Tryin' to escape this probation generation
Too late, crazy f*ckers gotta do the time
Committed to the mental ward
Committing all the crimes
I'm alive and kickin' till
The split ends fray
Maybe plead insane, guilty
But I'm not to blame
I'm a slave to the main vein
Sprayin' on the mainframe
Suffering the infrastructure
Hoping I can maintain
Oh how I know how I go how I go
Ask me a question the answer I know
Yes or no options don't weigh out and so
I don't ever see the cons and the pros

You bare a striking resemblance
(Some kind of semblance of
Somethin' I been rememberin')
You appear familiar dear
(You look just like my bathroom mirror)
Please policeman, no heel-to-toe
Oh please, let me go
Please policeman, is it a test?
I won't know till I'm under arrest

The drunk tank's blood red
Junkie's gonna relapse
Some think punk's dead, me
I don't believe that
Rock n' roll gatherin' the moss
Till I be that
Lichen-coated boulder, make you slip
(Bust your kneecap)
Open on the amazon, hide the cure for cancer
I'm Lance Armstrong, you're the necromancer
Slash n' burn, crash into the 42nd answer
All my fellow skeletons adore
The army ants here

Flies on my eyeballs, scabs on my elbows
Heaven knows God's sittin' up there like
("Hell no!")
Only one thing comes to those who wait
Is it too late to embrace your fate?
May death come swiftly and gently to you
Mayhem, cry mayday, and oncoming doom
Save your convictions, they never will do
What you say's at least 1 6 billionth true

You bare a striking resemblance
(Some kind of semblance of
Somethin' I been rememberin')
You appear familiar dear
(You look just like my bathroom mirror)
Please policeman, no heel-to-toe
Oh please, let me go
Please policeman, is it a test?
I won't know till I'm under arrest

Am I being detained? Am I under arrest?
Read me my rights, please
(I want my phone call)
Please policeman, no heel-to-toe
Oh please, let me go
Please policeman, is it a test?
I won't know till I'm ba ba ba ba ba
Please policeman, no heel-to-toe
Oh please, let me go
Please policeman, is it a test?
I won't know till I'm under arrest
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Six-up, five oh, pigs come, I cop n' go
The blotter shows they got
Me on the rocks like Galapagos
Good luck finding critters creepy as me
They shoulda fried me, I'll give ya PTSD
Vodka shots droppin' down the throat
They been stompin' on
Cockin' guns, lockin' up
The quotas all for shock n' awe
Drivin's tirin', and I been hot-wirin'
To make my get away from
The jailbreak riot and

Cellmates scrapin' upon the bricks
In the basement
Tryin' to escape this probation generation
Too late, crazy f*ckers gotta do the time
Committed to the mental ward
Committing all the crimes
I'm alive and kickin' till
The split ends fray
Maybe plead insane, guilty
But I'm not to blame
I'm a slave to the main vein
Sprayin' on the mainframe
Suffering the infrastructure
Hoping I can maintain
Oh how I know how I go how I go
Ask me a question the answer I know
Yes or no options don't weigh out and so
I don't ever see the cons and the pros

You bare a striking resemblance
(Some kind of semblance of
Somethin' I been rememberin')
You appear familiar dear
(You look just like my bathroom mirror)
Please policeman, no heel-to-toe
Oh please, let me go
Please policeman, is it a test?
I won't know till I'm under arrest

The drunk tank's blood red
Junkie's gonna relapse
Some think punk's dead, me
I don't believe that
Rock n' roll gatherin' the moss
Till I be that
Lichen-coated boulder, make you slip
(Bust your kneecap)
Open on the amazon, hide the cure for cancer
I'm Lance Armstrong, you're the necromancer
Slash n' burn, crash into the 42nd answer
All my fellow skeletons adore
The army ants here

Flies on my eyeballs, scabs on my elbows
Heaven knows God's sittin' up there like
("Hell no!")
Only one thing comes to those who wait
Is it too late to embrace your fate?
May death come swiftly and gently to you
Mayhem, cry mayday, and oncoming doom
Save your convictions, they never will do
What you say's at least 1 6 billionth true

You bare a striking resemblance
(Some kind of semblance of
Somethin' I been rememberin')
You appear familiar dear
(You look just like my bathroom mirror)
Please policeman, no heel-to-toe
Oh please, let me go
Please policeman, is it a test?
I won't know till I'm under arrest

Am I being detained? Am I under arrest?
Read me my rights, please
(I want my phone call)
Please policeman, no heel-to-toe
Oh please, let me go
Please policeman, is it a test?
I won't know till I'm ba ba ba ba ba
Please policeman, no heel-to-toe
Oh please, let me go
Please policeman, is it a test?
I won't know till I'm under arrest
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Writer: WILLIAM JOSEPH COLLIGAN
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