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