Uploaded September 2024 | Updated September 2026, 2 weeks ago
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Theme song performed and recorded by Mahoney and Nordberg from the never released 1994 film "Buddy Cop Movie".
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I'm showing these rookies how it's done
Shooting punks is what I do for fun
This is how I like to get my thrills
Try me b*tch and I will shoot to kill
Everyday I'm a f*cking hero
Blasting scum bags for less than zero
Every where I go it smells like bacon
Gimme that money I'm on the take, b*tch!
I'm closing cases by shooting faces
Going on dangerous high speed chases
I'm busting heads with excessive force
I'm gonna need to commandeer your horse
[Chorus 1]
I shoot first and ask questions never
This is the f*cking best job ever
Busting your a** is my sworn duty
Living life like I'm in a buddy cop movie
[Verse 2]
You're under arrest, stop resisting
This b*tch is asking for a frisking
Before I let you back on the road
I'm gonna show you my penal code
I'm serving justice to the people
Try me punk, my weapon is lethal
I never seem to need to reload
Everything I shoot always explodes
The question is do you feel lucky
I will blast you for less than nothing
If you're dumb enough to come at me
I'll show you police brutality
[Chorus 2]
I shoot first and ask questions never
This is the f*cking best job ever
Busting your a** is my sworn duty
Living life like I'm in a buddy cop movie
Move it along, nothing to see here!
Just doing my job ma'am
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Theme song performed and recorded by Mahoney and Nordberg from the never released 1994 film "Buddy Cop Movie".
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I'm showing these rookies how it's done
Shooting punks is what I do for fun
This is how I like to get my thrills
Try me b*tch and I will shoot to kill
Everyday I'm a f*cking hero
Blasting scum bags for less than zero
Every where I go it smells like bacon
Gimme that money I'm on the take, b*tch!
I'm closing cases by shooting faces
Going on dangerous high speed chases
I'm busting heads with excessive force
I'm gonna need to commandeer your horse
[Chorus 1]
I shoot first and ask questions never
This is the f*cking best job ever
Busting your a** is my sworn duty
Living life like I'm in a buddy cop movie
[Verse 2]
You're under arrest, stop resisting
This b*tch is asking for a frisking
Before I let you back on the road
I'm gonna show you my penal code
I'm serving justice to the people
Try me punk, my weapon is lethal
I never seem to need to reload
Everything I shoot always explodes
The question is do you feel lucky
I will blast you for less than nothing
If you're dumb enough to come at me
I'll show you police brutality
[Chorus 2]
I shoot first and ask questions never
This is the f*cking best job ever
Busting your a** is my sworn duty
Living life like I'm in a buddy cop movie
Move it along, nothing to see here!
Just doing my job ma'am

![Bricked Up (1967)
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Skeeter Must Skeet Pete was a soul singer and full time brick layer known for coining the phrase bricked up when describing need to skeet after seeing a beautiful woman in a sun dress. This catchy singable tune Bricked Up was considered a construction workers cat calling anthem for over a decade. Years later many women came forward claiming Must Skeet Petes hit single had sexually assaulted their eardrums, yet Pete was never charged with any crime. So get up and groove to this timeless classic of fond memories and forced advances.
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I think of you when I hear this song
Wondering about what you got on
I thought our love was in the past
But I just cant resist that a**
[Chorus]
You got me bricked up
You got my pr*ck up
Looking at that big butt
You got me bricked up
[Verse 2]
I love how you respect my hustle
I feel involuntary muscles
Lets see whats behind that meat curtain
Looks like shes hurtin for a squirtin
[Chorus]
You got me bricked up
You got my pr*ck up
Looking at that big butt
You got me bricked up
[Bridge]
Looking at you move those hips
Gives my pants a tighter fit Bricked Up (1967)](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/LOGMdW-FVuo/mqdefault.jpg)






![Robot President (2036)
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This rare future-bass track by RapBot Model T420 and Stan The Automatron was mined from a reverse time capsule found inside a dead spice-worm. Info inside the capsule says the song was inspired by the election of 2036 when BushBot 3.6 ran against iClinton 27 ProMax.
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
There is nothing left that they can say
Weve gone far past the point of debate
There is no voting in the future
The president is a computer
If you want to be a senator
First you have to fight the Predator
Got term limits down to the mayor
Enforce them with the Terminator
[Chorus 1]
In the year of twenty thirty six
There is a new kind of politics
Robot presidents fight to the death
Until theres only one robot left
[Verse 2]
If you want to hold public office
Youre gonna need some lazer optics
Win the death match in the stadium
If you can kill all these aliens
All the boomers that refuse to die
Uploaded to the net in the sky
Now we live with robot tyranny
They still want social security
[Chorus 2]
In the year of twenty thirty six
There is a new kind of politics
This is the future apocalypse
When robots fight to be president
[Verse 3]
Robots fight all of the wars today
Our job is just to build and maintain
Their mission is to kill all humans
Lazer blasts that smoke aluminum
All sides owned by a foreign nation
Both visited Epste*ns space station
Inflations extreme we need beef supreme
Monday night rehabilitation
[Chorus 3]
In the year of twenty thirty six
All your base are belong to us b*tch
Until we find the fifth element
Robots fight to be the president
[Outro End]
In the year of twenty thirty six
All your base are belong to us b*tch Robot President (2036)](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/NORsDx9D58U/mqdefault.jpg)

![Snitches Get B*TCHES (1972)
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Obscure funk single by Robert Plant and Fed Zeppelin. Robert wrote this song about the newly established United States Federal Witness Protection Program in 1971. The program was still new and the official rules of the government program were vague at best. Robert recalls an account of one of his clients making a strange deal with the feds to snitch in exchange for more b*tches.
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Its easy these days to get paid pimping
Making money off all these men simping
One got caught by the cops now hes snitching
Talking to feds to get some b*tches
[Chorus]
This crazy world is all upside down
Snitches get b*tches (snitches get b*tches)
Until the prison lets me out
Snitches get b*tches (snitches get b*tches)
[Verse 2]
Gonna turn me in for a date with Kim
Help the feds trace me to get with Stacey
Youre gonna tell on me for Melanie
And get me busted for a felony
[Bridge]
The feds got b*tches that are perfect tens
These hookers will pretend to be your friend
They got ass that snitches just cant resist
The government are the ultimate pimps
[Verse 3]
Stabbed me in the back for a piece of ass
Gonna turn stooly to get with Julie
Or drop a dime for that sweet Caroline
Now Im doing time for sexual crime Snitches Get B*TCHES (1972)](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/NmEr2lVajas/mqdefault.jpg)