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Donuts & Extortion

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Donuts & Extortion è stato pubblicato il 23 gennaio 2026 da James Pullen come parte dell'album Donuts & Extortion - Single

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AlbumDonuts & Extortion - Single

Data di uscita23 gennaio 2026

EtichettaJames Pullen

Melodicità

Acousticità

Valence

Ballabilità

Energia

BPM150

PANORAMICA

TESTI

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS

James Pullen

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

James Pullen

Songwriter

Pullenboy Music

Pullenboy Music

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

James Pullen

Producer

Testi

(spoken word)

This is James Pullen

Pullenboy Music

Verse 1

There ain't but three things a cop really craves,

When the shift gets long and the coffee's gone stale.

A glazed dozen waiting in pink cardboard graves,

Or a fat envelope slipped without fail.

They'll smile real sweet while they shake you down low,

"Little something for the boys in blue, you know?"

But if your pockets are empty and your hands are clean,

That's when the night turns real mean.

Chorus

Donuts and extortion, that's the holy two,

But if they can't get neither one from you,

They got that third thing they love to do—

Beat the fuck outta you.

Yeah, they don't care if you live or you die,

They'll crack your ribs, blacken your eye,

Beat you to a bloody pulp on the side of the road,

Then put a bullet right through your eye.

Donuts and extortion... or goodbye.

Verse 2

Cruiser lights flash like a predator's grin,

They drag you out screaming, but the body cam's dim.

No witnesses 'round, just the crickets and wind,

And the sound of a baton meeting skin.

They'll say you resisted, you swung, you were high,

But the truth's in the bruises that never quite die.

One for the badge, one for the thrill,

One for the power that money can't kill.

Chorus

Donuts and extortion, that's the holy two,

But if they can't get neither one from you,

They got that third thing they love to do—

Beat the fuck outta you.

Yeah, they don't care if you crawl or you cry,

They'll stomp your face under a boot-polished sky,

Leave you leaking in the gravel, barely alive,

Then finish the job with a shot to the eye.

Donuts and extortion... kiss your life goodbye.

Bridge (spoken/sung low and menacing)

Pink frosting on their fingers, blood on their hands,

Same sticky sweet, just different brands.

Protect and serve? That's a hell of a joke,

When the only thing served is a boot to your throat.

Final Chorus (louder, more unhinged)

Donuts and extortion, pick your poison quick,

Or they'll serve you the third one, cold and thick.

They don't need a reason, they don't need a why—

Just a bad mood and a loaded .45.

Beat the fuck outta you till the sirens arrive,

Then one last pop... right between the eyes.

Donuts and extortion...

Written by: James Pullen, Pullenboy Music

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