Baron — P.T. Macias

Fucking hell!I can’t believe it!Where in the hell did that motherfucker po-po come from?I pull over onto the side of the street, turning off my bike. I cross my arms, grinding my molars glaring at the officer car through my rear-view mirror.Fuckingcrap!This is fucking mess up!The po-po stops me! No reason! The po-po is a hottie! How can I take her seriously when she pushes all of my buttons. She's pissed off! She's out for blood, she out for me!Why?Because I'm a biker?Fucking hell!