The Flying Dutchmen - No Police lyrics

[Intro] I heard rumors the Flying Dutchman has been seen around here [Verse: Lex Starwind & Jon Murdock] 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 f*ggot wack rap n***as 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 b**h but I brought an ill groupie though Bubblegum pop, s**s co*k, Keith Bazooka Joe Strips, licks dicks, but no one F'n knew it though Mitsuru Ka sword slash that a** fast, the Demon Hanzō Cut you pronto, samurai zone ranger danger for you Tantō, stainless steel hypodermic Under the surface, the planet rock, cannon co*ked Now what you s**ers is worth, b**h? Armor like fifteen, me Now watch a burst, quick, k**er 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 b**hes 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 [Outro: Lex Starwind, Jon Murdock, both] Yeah, Flying Dutchmen Dramatic tactics Motherf**ers, 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 sh** then put the dick in her Drunk driving, k** the b**h, homicide vehicular Ejected from the whip but took a lot of guys to pick her up Motherf**ers, Flying Dutchmen