Doughnut run, gotta get there, fast fast fast
or breaking the rules, we arrive on time
under sixty seconds flat, round the track
give the police wings to not arrive last
hounds chase the hare for sport, fair fair unfair
nothing lasts forever, scene of the crime
under four minutes, we race the mile back
tragedy runs at pace, under two hours
run run run little piggies, unaware
unaware how black toenails scare the cops
no way this is an emergency, so
gotta get their pedicure on, their tops
on speed, on your marks, get set, go go go
top speed doughnut run, nobody showers
take the Metra back after a long run
all the way north to Highwood to pig out
guns in our legs, badges, no, we don't need
every god-damned cabrón who's got a gun
to drive full-speed, sirens blaring, a race
to get there, brake brake brake, oh see them shout
how they slip and slide on black ice, they bleed
every day for doughnuts, hungry ghosts eat
runners on the sidewalks without a trace
every day they go for a run, doughnuts
fuck your mother and chinga tu madre!
ask for stinking badges next time, their guts
stone-cold tongues utter para mi padre
the song, Canção para meu pai [beat]
faster, motor kitty, purr purr, sirens
alert slow children not to walk but run
suck it up, cops need J Dilla's Donuts
telephone junkie checks their environs
fuck if I know what he's talking about
acting out, kid brother, needs a lesson
sirens blaring, tempting fate, mezzo sluts
the constables find an alternate route
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