Dyslexic Fudgicle - Angry Black Sergeant lyrics

I talk to my gun 'cause I'm not insane Par for the course for a mad sergeant's brain Gun talks to me, 'cause I gave it a name All LA crime will go up in flames It doesn't matter if you're left or right I gun down every politician in my sight It doesn't matter if you're alive or dead Arresting every criminal after I shoot them in the head Piles of paperwork Bombs going boom Hapless victims In unmarked tombs Decades of coffee Bootlegging wombs My c**aine supply In the evidence room More parking tickets Than there are cars Distracted by hookers That just left the bars Every cop on the force Is afraid they'll be dead (If) you're one minute late I'll blow off your head My chase in on CNN As I battle my strife Shoot through my ceiling (While I) hate-f** my wife Angry Black Sergeant With a gun like a knife I'm a walking stereotype That's just come to life