Officer Fuhrman Lyrics by Bob Rivers

Officer Fuhrman Lyrics

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He likes to set up colored people.
He likes to frame the colored people.
Officer Fuhrman driving through Brentwood
At night with a glove in his bag, his evidence bag.
Waits at the Bronco; opens the window
To leave a few drops on the floor, a smudge on the door.
Officer Mark Fuhrman,
Where did that blood come from?
Officer Mark Fuhrman,
He dropped the bloody glove.
Simpson and Kato back from a burger and fries
at a restaurant near. A note's in the rear.
O.J. is napping, dropping his socks near the bag
But there's somebody there, planting some hair.
Officer Mark Fuhrman,
(He likes to set up colored people)
Where did that blood come from?
Officer Mark Fuhrman,
(He likes to set up colored people)
He dropped the bloody glove
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Officer Fuhrman Lyrics

He likes to set up colored people.
He likes to frame the colored people.
Officer Fuhrman driving through Brentwood
At night with a glove in his bag, his evidence bag.
Waits at the Bronco; opens the window
To leave a few drops on the floor, a smudge on the door.
Officer Mark Fuhrman,
Where did that blood come from?
Officer Mark Fuhrman,
He dropped the bloody glove.
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