Pailhead - Hey Asshole lyrics

Hey, hey you, hey you punk, yeah that's right pull over now. Pull over now. I said pull it over! That's right. Let me see some ID. Let me see your license. What is this? What is this? This says "expired". Alright, get the f** out of the car now. What is that? Get a f**ing hair... What is that f**ing long hair? Get a haircut. Hey Joe, look at this guy! Can you see this? He's a f**ing sissy. That's right. Alright, up against the car now. That's right, spread'em! I said spread'em! You punk. Look at you, you f**ing punk. What rights? You want to hear your rights? f** your rights. Spread'em. Hey, you want to spend the night in county, huh? Huh? What do you think you are? Huh? You think you're f**ing smart? Why I ought to... Hey what is that, punk? What did you call me? You call me "pig"? I'll f**ing throw you down so fast... f** you. You punk. Alright, f** you. Where did you get this f**ing car anyways? What is this, a Dodge? f**ing '69 Dodge? You're driving... You got a license for this? You got plates? Where's the plates on this thing? I'll bet you ain't got any insurance. You're driving around with no insurance, aren't you? Hey Joe, look at this guy. Alright, hey, what do you ... what's with your b**h? Get her out ... You, b**h, get out of the car now, too. Yeah that's right. Spread'em! Get a f**ing haircut! You got a job? What kind of job? Get a real job, punk! All right, freeze! Stay right where you are, don't move a f**ing inch. Don't move a muscle. That's right, down, down on the floor, get down. On your tummy. Spread'em! What is this? What do we got here? A package. You got a package. What is this doing? White package. Oh, I see, yeah, you're a f**ing drug addict. You're a f**ing drug addict! Get a f**ing job! What's with your chick? She f**ing ... Oh, Jesus Christ, she's got an earing in her nose! Joe, look at this chick! She's f**ing sick. My God! I hope she don't f**ing hang around with chicks ... I don't want my f**ing daughter ... Oh God, what a nightmare! Quit your f**ing whining. I don't want to hear about it. Get in the back ... Look, I don't want to hear about your f**ing rights. You got one right. You got the right to get in the back seat of the car now. You got it? What? What was that? I didn't hear that. I didn't f**ing hear that. Look, that's it. You're going down now. That's it. And what's with that f**ing earing? What are you a f*g? You some kind of f**ing sissy, huh? That's right, you're going down with me ... and you too ma'am. Let's go. I'm sorry, I don't want to hear about it. I don't want to hear your crying. You're with him. Don't give me this. Let's see the f**ing sh** in your pockets. Come on. You're coming with me now. Hey look, I can make this real easy. I can just beat the sh** out of you and drop you off somewhere and f** the report. You know I got three f**ing pages of reports in triplicate. So f** you. You give me any hard time I'm going to f** you up. You understand? You see this f**ing gun right here? I'll drill you so full of holes you won't know what the f** hit you. My God, you're basically crying. God dammit, she sounds like a f**ing ... blaugh. Oh she's annoying! Oh my God she sounds like f**ing ... uh ... what the hell is that ... Joe, who is that b**h that whines all the time? That, uh, Erma Bombeck or somebody? All right, open up the trunk. That's right. What's with the bat? What's with the bat in the back seat? What, do you play baseball? Oh I see. Oh you're a g**ner. Let me see your f**ing signs, let me see your colors. You got colors? I got colors. Right here. f**ing black and blue all over your face. What, are you representing? You want to throw down, punk, huh? You have the right to remain silent. You have the right to an attorney. If you don't have the money for an attorney, an attorney will be appointed for you. If you give up this right, then everything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law. Do you understand? Oh, f** you, I don't care if you understand. Get in the f**ing back seat now! Spread'em, punk! Punk, I ought to give you a haircut right now. Hey Joe, get me my f**ing razorblade. I'm cutting this kid's hair now. Look at him. He looks like a f**ing a**hole. He's a sissy. He's a f**ing f*ggot. He drives a Dodge! Where are you from? Are you from the south side? Ohhh! Punk. You're a punk. I eat you for breakfast you little f**ing weasel. Look at his f**ing mug on this picture on his license. He looks so decrepit I can't believe it. He's got a face only a mother could hate. Freeze, a**hole! Freeze, you f**ing son of a b**h! Look, hey, I'm f**ing too fat to be chasing you around. I'll f**ing drill you full of holes, you punk. Quit your f**ing running around. Hey look, I'm going to k** you now! Then I'll throw you out in the back seat, out in a back alley on the f**ing south side and no one will ever know what the f** happened to you. In the river with you, you punk. That's right, you want to spend the night in county, huh? Huh? You punk, huh? You got a job? Get a job! Oh! What's this bag here? You got a bag of powder? Why don't you give me some and we'll forget about it. That's right. Yeah alright, so what. Yeah, well, yeah what am I? - f**ing God? I'm human too. You know, you f**ing punks you think we're all f**ing the same. We're human! We got feelings! You treat us like sh**, you treat us like f**ing pigs. If it wasn't for us you little punks would be beaten up by some f**ing nazi somewhere. (Woman: Oh, not those handcuffs. I want the fur-lined ones.) Hey you like my boots?