Mr Police Man

Mr. Police Man

Best mind your business I don't give a dam,

what the hell what is this Mr Police man

don't ask me questions I was talking to a friend

see a leather case in my hand like Id even wanna sell it and

you start your conversation by saying what's up

so I said what's up back

your like a wolf in sheep's clothing most of you

I bet you'd like to click and clack

that beretta that shotgun by your side

I hope you have a heart attack

and for those of you that are cool

I hope they learn from you like snap Mr.Police Man

Sometimes they ask are you on probation or parole

when I'm walking down the street

your doing too much your way outta line

ain't no one talking to you see

now you wanna play detective

you ain't iron man listen to me

so stop trying to be so hard and so tough

and just do your j-o-b

it's like putting big tits on a bull

when you meet God you'll cry you s-o-b

Mr Police fukk off

yea I'm talking to you

cry you son of a bitch aaah

Mr Police man

Mr Police man

one more, just another person beat or dead

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