B! Davis - All Rise For The Honorable Judge Shit Dick - Video
PUBLISHED:  Sep 27, 2016
DESCRIPTION:
“All Rise For The Honorable Judge Shit Dick” is a sophisticated vulgarity focusing on Marijuana Prohibition and the Judges & Prosecuting Attorneys who enforce it.

The Background Music Is K.K.K.Y (Instrumental) by Cunninlynguists

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"All Rise For The Honorable Judge Shit Dick" by B! Davis

VERSE 1
This marijuana's got a society out upon a ledge
and, legally speakin', the prosecutions a fuckin' mess
and it's funny, how money can be medicinal. Even for the
traditional, white collar, middle class, criminal.

He's a cynical imbecile, in his biblical
whimsical, makin' everyone a criminal on principle.
One nation, under God, indivisible.
Push come to shove. Mr, Prosecuter give it up!

CHORUS
It just despicable how critical thinkin can lead to
fictional existence of.... A problem that don't exist!

VERSE 2
Ladies and gentlemen of the jury...
Everybody rise. It's about to get dirty.
Attorneys at law... Listen up! Find a penny pick it up.
Social security. Disability. All of it!

Gimme food stamps. Items from Walmart that we can take back.
Lickity split, I’ma get up in it. Where the money at?
It's funny how money can be medicinal. Even the
ammunition will ricochet off the fiscally invincible.

This shit... I'm in it to win it, but this defendant keeps
defendin’ his seventh amendment & it's making me fuckin’ demented.

Mr. Public Defender... Does the defendant
surrender everything he's ever had ever?
(In small unmarked bills...)

Mr. Officer... If the defendant should be arrested
again, then it's clearly evident, he's never gonna get it.
What's the sense in it?
(Objection... Sustained...)

CHORUS
It just despicable how critical thinkin can lead to
fictional existence of.... A problem that don't exist!

VERSE 3
Now, Gimme a little bit uh the little that ya got left.
Ya 1st born? I want his last fuckin' breath.
It's funny how money can be medicinal. Even if you ain't
gotta pot to piss in, Mr. Prosecuter's usin' his
pen as a pistol. Whippin' the cancer patients into shape.
America's overweight anyway.
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