The Flying Dutchmen - No Police lyrics
[The Flying Dutchmen - No Police lyrics]
I heard rumors the Flying Dutchman
Has been seen around here
Yeah, I'm back at it, the rat-a tat tatter
The gray matter, stray splatter
Hit your cake batter
The Duncan Hines, moist Sara Lee recipe
Got these faggot wack rap niggas frontin'
Stressin' me john Lennon, Yoko Ono
Shave products by men and rock a live Polo
The pale horse rider, sip ale or the lager
Impaled from the llama
Jon 'Dock will rock-a-bye ya
To start a pistol track meet, blow it and go
The hunnid bar dash, Jesse O, Pesci to Joe
Casino big pen bleeding in the studio
Ass cheeks derrière
Compared with a booty flow
Christian Bale, Heath Ledger
Call movie phone didn't bring my bitch but I
Brought an ill groupie though
Bubblegum pop, sucks cock, Keith Bazooka Joe
Strips, licks dicks
But no one F'n knew it though
Mit'suru Ka sword slash that ass fast
The Demon Hanzō cut you pronto
Samurai zone ranger danger for you
Tantō, stainless steel hypodermic
Under the surface, the planet rock
Cannon cocked now what you suckers is worth
Bitch? Armor like fifteen, me
Now watch a burst, quick
Killer arm on a tarot card
In your hearse, kid
Spit verses, rip purses from six nurses
Outside the hospital, with a twitch, nervous
The bipolar dime roller, rhyme sculptor
Nine holder
Die when I approach ya, time's over
Sandman sleepin', eyes closed
Lucid dream state i fade y'all out, Brutus
"the Barber" Beefcake, rick Moranis
Shop of Horrors, shrunken head status
Sets damaged
When I shrunk the kids, they heads vanished
Jolly Ranchers, HEMA bottles, full throttle
Bitches puff Parliaments, body like a model
Ass like an Olympic gymnast
When the hip switched
The year was '96, thinking, "Kid
I gotta hit this"
Pot rocks and Boston baked beans
Closet straight fiends
Missed they morning hit, no fix
They straight mean need another line
Float to Billy Ocean on another dime
Snort from sundown to sunup in the summertime
Yeah, Flying Dutchmen dramatic tactics
Motherfuckers, what?
The superhero, no cape on
Flying Dutchmen, yeah
One time, Jon Murdock, Lex Starwind
Nicorette, Nicotine, Nicaragua
Napoleon complex, flex, draw the llama
The Dutchmen, baby, crush mics crazy
French toast, french fries, french tickler
Threw the condom on my shit then
Put the dick in her
Drunk driving, kill the bitch
Homicide vehicular
Ejected from the whip but took a lot
Of guys to pick her up
Motherfuckers, Flying Dutchmen
Has been seen around here
Yeah, I'm back at it, the rat-a tat tatter
The gray matter, stray splatter
Hit your cake batter
The Duncan Hines, moist Sara Lee recipe
Got these faggot wack rap niggas frontin'
Stressin' me john Lennon, Yoko Ono
Shave products by men and rock a live Polo
The pale horse rider, sip ale or the lager
Impaled from the llama
Jon 'Dock will rock-a-bye ya
To start a pistol track meet, blow it and go
The hunnid bar dash, Jesse O, Pesci to Joe
Casino big pen bleeding in the studio
Ass cheeks derrière
Compared with a booty flow
Christian Bale, Heath Ledger
Call movie phone didn't bring my bitch but I
Brought an ill groupie though
Bubblegum pop, sucks cock, Keith Bazooka Joe
Strips, licks dicks
But no one F'n knew it though
Mit'suru Ka sword slash that ass fast
The Demon Hanzō cut you pronto
Samurai zone ranger danger for you
Tantō, stainless steel hypodermic
Under the surface, the planet rock
Cannon cocked now what you suckers is worth
Bitch? Armor like fifteen, me
Now watch a burst, quick
Killer arm on a tarot card
In your hearse, kid
Spit verses, rip purses from six nurses
Outside the hospital, with a twitch, nervous
The bipolar dime roller, rhyme sculptor
Nine holder
Die when I approach ya, time's over
Sandman sleepin', eyes closed
Lucid dream state i fade y'all out, Brutus
"the Barber" Beefcake, rick Moranis
Shop of Horrors, shrunken head status
Sets damaged
When I shrunk the kids, they heads vanished
Jolly Ranchers, HEMA bottles, full throttle
Bitches puff Parliaments, body like a model
Ass like an Olympic gymnast
When the hip switched
The year was '96, thinking, "Kid
I gotta hit this"
Pot rocks and Boston baked beans
Closet straight fiends
Missed they morning hit, no fix
They straight mean need another line
Float to Billy Ocean on another dime
Snort from sundown to sunup in the summertime
Yeah, Flying Dutchmen dramatic tactics
Motherfuckers, what?
The superhero, no cape on
Flying Dutchmen, yeah
One time, Jon Murdock, Lex Starwind
Nicorette, Nicotine, Nicaragua
Napoleon complex, flex, draw the llama
The Dutchmen, baby, crush mics crazy
French toast, french fries, french tickler
Threw the condom on my shit then
Put the dick in her
Drunk driving, kill the bitch
Homicide vehicular
Ejected from the whip but took a lot
Of guys to pick her up
Motherfuckers, Flying Dutchmen