A-Merk - Truly Terrifying (Bad Cop Anthem) lyrics

Yo it's me Officer number nineteen ninety three Flee, cus your d** I see You know we don't allow any of that sh** no more, c'mon son C'mon dun, you know I got a gun Run, cus you can tell I'm on one Aeropills make chases more fun You're done, the capture has begun Hope? Dude you got none Look at me, I weigh a tonne Special armor protects necks Like condoms protect s** Fools like you always catch wrecks And you're slow, one of Mary's effects You smoke the virgin, dude I saw you It's the opposite of mergin when I saw you I love torture, it gets me hard Charred body parts all over my yard I'm a cop, I can do whatever Cus the priests blessed our holy endeavor We're in charge Cus we're so large Don't need a charge To bring you to Sarge He'll back me up, I swear We'll track re-ups, take care I don't spare anyone wasting air f** fair, spare me your prayer Beware, I'll make you despair Laid bare, you bones to the air Don't care, I swear, you better prepare Voltaire, yup that's my nom de guerre What's ironic? Man f** you Your d**h's embryonic, startin to brew My gun's ultrasonic, ready to spew I'm straight demonic, mind askew You smoke the chronic? say adieu I smile, sardonic, cutting through Your skin, you're full of sin I bet your hellbound a** drinks gin Man f** you, I'm bringing you in Alright, dumba**? You can't win I really hope you're a martyr It's way less fun when you're smarter