Body Count

This next record is dedicated to some personal friends of mine:
The l.a.p.d.
For every cop that has ever taken advantage of somebody,
Beat 'em down or hurt 'em,
Because they have long hair,
Listen to the wrong kind of music,
Wrong color,
Whatever they thought was the reason to do it,
For every one of those fuckin' police,
I'd like to take a pig out here in this parkin' lot,
And shoot 'em in their muthafuckin' face.